Sgt. Slaughter: Atten-hut! My name is Drill Sgt. Slaughter. Oh, how I love the sweet smell of nalpalm in the morning. Ha ha ha.
[coughs]
Sgt. Slaughter: But there's a stench in the air, a disgusting smell!
[blows snot from his nose]
Sgt. Slaughter: It smells like pinko-commies. It smells like Nikolai Volkoff. It smells like pinko-commie supporters. Oh, what a disgusting smell! It smells like liberal!
[blows snot again]
Sgt. Slaughter: And, oh, I hate this smell. It smells like PEACE! I HATE the smell of peace. What we need is a new smell. And Nikolai Volkoff, if we smell the smell of war, there'll no TFD. Nikolai Volkoff, you or any of your pinko-commie supporters cross Sgt. Slaughter and you'll be smelling a different a smell you'll never forget. And THAT is the smell of defeat. Yeah. And that's an order!