Ears, Open. Eyeballs, Click.

Ears, Open. Eyeballs, Click. Drill Instructor revving up a recruit during beginning pugil stick training:

DI1: Friggin' hand to hand, close fucking combat. No freaking pushing, no little sissy fucking lovetaps. Every throw you throw needs to be like your life friggin' depends on it; because (taps on watch) if you make it, it will. You understand that?
R: Yes, sir!
DI1: All the rage and aggression you have in your body needs to come out on that recruit right there. You don't know him, do you?
R: No, sir.
DI1: So there's no reason to fucking like him is there?
R: No, sir.
DI1: Take out everything you have on that kid right there, you understand?
R: Yes, sir.

[Fight commences. He wins, but hesitates to make killing blow. DI yanks on his helmet and gets in his face.]

DI2: Why did you stop, Why did you stop, WHY did you STOP, WHY DID YOU STOP, Why did you stop, WHY DID YOU STOP!? Answer the fucking question before I rip out your teeth. Why did you stop?
R: (mumbles a reply around the mouth guard)
DI2: No you didn't! You were being a little fag! You didn't want to hurt him, because you're sweet, and nice, and you don't want to friggin' kill! Get the frig away from me right damn now!

DI1: Yeah you listened, huh? I guess you're going home in a body bag. Don't worry someone else will take care a your girl.