In the Army Now Page #3

- Yeah?

- This is for our future, okay?

If we can sign up now,

we get a guaranteed check for $2,500.

If you times that

times two... Wow!

- Rrrrip! Ahh! That's $6,000.

- That's nice.

- I know. Yeah.

- It's a nice chunk of change.

- But, hey.

- This is for our store.

- Yeah.

- Look, I'll even give you first billing.

- You don't have to do that.

- No, no. "Jack's...

- and Bones's Palace of Stereos. "

- Ooh!

- Let's just do it.

- All right. Let's do it.

Oh, yes!

# Get a haircut

and get a real job #

# Clean your act up

and don't be a slob #

# Get it together

like your big brother Bob #

# Why don't you get a haircut

and get a real job #

#I need to try

that 9:
;00 to 5:;00 scene #

#I told myself that

it was all a bad dream #

#I found a band

and some good songs to play #

- #Party all night and sleep all day #

- Hi. Um-

See, everybody knows me

for my hair.

What I need you to do

is just a little bit on the side.

Not a whole bunch.

Kinda keep it like it's still-

I'd like to see you in something short

but sassy. A real '90s look.

Something that works as well

on the rifle range as it does in the disco.

Okay.

That's perfect.

# Get a haircut

and get a real job ##

All right.

Aaaah!

- Does my head- I mean, look at it.

- I don't know. Yeah.

Does it look bigger

than it did be-

- I mean, do I look like a baked potato?

- Honestly?

- Yeah, honestly.

- I-It looks great. It really does.

- Really! Really?

- Really!

- It looks... macho.

- All right!

Look at these, man.

Look at these.

- Army issue.

- See, I think those are unique.

- Idiotic!

- No, those are unique.

- You're distinctive. No one has them.

- Really?

- You're keen. One of a kind.

- All right!

They broke the mold

when they made you,Jack.

Bones, I can't-

I can't do it.!

- Jack, come on. You can do it.

- I can't do it, man!

This is just like

your childhood, remember?

Yeah, you're right.

That guy is exactly like my dad.

See? C'mon!

Wait a minute, though!

My childhood sucked!

No, I can't do it, man.

I can't-

I can't handle being yelled at by some...

muscle-bound drill sergeant.

No, man.

I can't do it.

Get the hell off

the truck!

Oh, whoa.

She can drill me

anytime.

On the double, right now!

Come on!

- Move it! Move it!

- Hello, Sweet Pants.

Get down here!

Get down!

- Oh, rough stuff. Hi.

- And take those glasses off!.

- What'd you think? You're on some beach or somethin'?

- No.

- What's your name, Private?

- Bones Conway, reportin' for duty, sir!

I mean, ma'am,

sergeant, whatever.

You will address me

as Drill Sergeant.

Do you understand?

Yes, but you don't need to yell,

'cause look, I'm standing right here.

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