Rat: This rat thinks it's a great idea, sir. This rat likes to sit on the front three inches of his chair and be questioned by the upperclassmen at this rat's table.

Permit Rat (football): This rat doesn't know what you're talking about, sir.

Permit Rat (gim): This rat can't use his arm because he got a cut while at Rat Challenge and Dr. Copeland said this rat couldn't use a fork or any other utensil. This rat also has a blister on this rat's foot and was told that the way we sit at the tables is too strenuous so this rat doesn't have to go.

3rd class ranker: I don't mind it, I like to bone the upperclassmen in my squad for not having shoes as shiny as mine and not having fresh-raped ducks for each formation. Did I mention my shoes were shiny?

3rd class private: Are we rats again?

3rd class permit: What the f*ck is grey blouse? And what's SRC? WHO THE F*CK ARE YOU?!

2nd class ranker: I GET MY RING SOON I GET MY RING SOON YIPEEE!

2nd class private: It sucks...I GET MY RING SOON I GET MY RING SOON!

1st class ranker: I get to call the corps to Atten-HOOAH!

1st class private: At least if I'm suffering my f*cking rats are too.

Table Captains: We deserve more than a haydown for this sh*t.

There's no place like home...there's no place like home...there's no place like home...