“Buck Wild: If you’re up for marching band training, gather ‘round. Take a good look at this man. This black Adonis is known as God’s gift, A.K.A. Double G. You will know him and call him such from this day forward. I’m Buck Wild. We are your drum majors. Starting tomorrow, white T-shirts at all times. It’ll help us identify you as a crab who knows absolutely nothing. Maybe you’ll one day have the honor and privilege to wear the school colors. But for now, you’re as blank as the white T-shirts you’ll be wearing. Understand?

The Band: Yes, sir.

Buck Wild: UNDERSTAND?

The Band: YES, SIR!

Buck Wild: Get up to your dorms. Get well-acquainted with the rulebook. Dinner is at 6 o’clock in the cafeteria. And after that is night-night. You’re dismissed!

Devon: Man, I ain’t trying to have no curfew. But I know this spot where the girls are supposed to be banging. Y’all dance?

Ernest: Yeah!”