Major Henessey instructed me to take four crates of baked beans over to the commissary, so I've brought this requisition form. Yes, I understand that I'm normally only supposed to take one box over there a week, but Major Henessey very specifically said four crates.
Yes, I realize that it's irregular, but there's nothing I can do about that, you'll have to take it up with Major Henessey.
Um, I don't want to be insubordinate, but is there any chance we could do this a little faster? If I don't find a snipe and bring it back to the barracks tonight, I'm going to have bed-making duty for a week.
Not Talk Like a Private Day either. Then why did you say—
Fine, fine, nevermind, have it your way. I give up!