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:18:02
Next, Staff!
- Sir!

:18:04
Bartlett, fall out and double over.
:18:08
Move, move, move!
:18:25
One of these shy lads are you, Stevens?
:18:29
Well? Well?
:18:32
You what?
:18:34
One of these cads who can't make
up his mind whether he's a boy or a girl?

:18:37
- I'm married, Sir.
- Are you, now?

:18:40
And who's who in your little partnership?
:18:43
We don't have to be treated like
that, do we? I mean...

:18:46
- Eyes front!
- ...we're not animals.

:18:49
Haven't made up my mind whether
you're fish or foul yet, Stevens.

:18:55
Staff!
- Sir!

:18:56
I want this one scrubbed with
a yard broom, it's blacker than a darkie!

:19:02
Next, Staff!
:19:03
Roberts! Double! Move it!
:19:08
Halt! Hats off! Inside!
:19:15
This is Roberts, Sir.
:19:17
Take your shirt off.
:19:25
Any serious illnesses?
:19:27
Do you mean recently, Sir?
:19:29
Any time.
:19:32
Smokers cough.
:19:34
Drop your trousers.
:19:40
Anything else?
:19:41
Like what?
:19:43
Any recent incapacities.
:19:46
Well, I wouldn't brag
about it if I had, Sir.

:19:49
Roberts, in this place it pays to
give a plain answer to a simple question.

:19:53
Try learning that golden rule.
:19:56
Turn around.

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