GK: It is fall, people. Our long dreamy summer is over. Vacation is over. And now it's time to make something of ourselves. Our teachers had high hopes for us ---- think back to the teacher who thought you showed real promise ----- if you're having a hard time remember, take your time, we'll wait ----- remember? She thought you were going to make her proud someday and did you? Are you kidding? It's time to get down to business, people.

FN & ALL. DRILL TEAM COMMANDS.

ATTEN-HUT. (STOMPS)

HUT HUT. (HANDS CLAPPED TO SIDES)

BOUT FACE. ONE TWO. (STOMPS)

PARADE REST (FOOT SLIDE)

TR (GEORGE SCOTT): I told you people to get into formation. You call this a "formation"? I call it pitiful. Listen to me. You have been lying around the beach all summer and now you are going to learn how to CHARGE the beach with rifle in hand and TAKE that beach and HOLD it. Hear me? There are Chinese out there who are out to take your lunch. Your computer is your best friend and two-thirds of you have no idea what to do with it. You can't format, you can't trouble-shoot, you need someone from I.T. to come babysit you. Well, starting tonight, you people are going to sleep with your computer. You are married to this computer. This weapon of iron and plastic. And you will be faithful. Hear me? Company dismissed.

DRUM CADENCE

GK: People, people, fall is here,

Time to get your butt in gear,

Up in the morning and pick up your load,

Zip up your pants and get on the road,

No more lounging by the pool.

By the lake or by the brook.

Sign up for class. Go back to school.

Study something. Read a book.

DR: Stop frittering away your dough.

Shall we go out for dinner? NO.

Should you wear last year's dress?

And this perfectly good jacket? Yes.

TR: Give up Twitter, Instasnap.

Get that laptop off your lap

And walk. Run. Bike. Go.

Don't get old and fat and slow.

SS: Feed your children healthy food.

Teach them manners. Don't be crude.

Don't pick your nose, don't scratch your butt.

Only chew with your mouth shut.

FN: Clean the basement, clean the garage.

Dust and vacuum, scrape and wash.

Seal up the windows with duct tape

So the heat cannot escape.

ALL: Winter's coming. It's made a date.

So insulate, insulate, insulate.

You're in the north. Accept your fate.

Insulate, insulate, insulate.

Can't go south. It's too late.

Insulate, insulate, insulate.

(DRUM FADE UNDER)

GK: It's a fact that 87% of the growth of our economy comes from advances in the fields of science and technology, but only 5% of American workers are scientists and engineers. A tiny minority is carrying the ball, while the rest of you contribute very little to GDP. You theater people, creative writing majors, musicians, people in dance. You people spend a lot of time creating things that provide no economic benefit whatsoever. If you know a scientist or engineer, call them up and ask how you can help.

FN: Maybe their dog needs to be walked.

SS: Vegetables need to be chopped. Ice needs to be chipped off the windshield.

TR: You could do their grocery shopping and peel those stickers off the fruit so they can spend that time coming up with important new innovations.

GK: Write to your state legislator and demand that there be a special express lane on the freeways for scientists and engineers. And if you insist on writing novels, why not a novel about a team of hydrogeologists examining groundwater and rock formations as they try to solve the problem of deep geologic disposal of radioactive wastes. Poems about bridge engineering.

Let's work together to move America forward. Support the ones who create progress.

ALL: God bless the engineers

And the scientists

Who are working for progress while the rest of us think ignorance is bliss

Let's support them, let's respect them, let us help them, hand and foot.

God bless America our gross output.

God bless America, our gross output.