Master Sergeant Farell: Private Kimmel, what is my view of gambling in the barracks?
Kimmel: Dislike it, Sergeant Farell.
Master Sergeant Farell: Nance, why do I dislike it?
[Farell holds out the pack of cards]
Nance: Cause it maintains the notion that our fate is in hands other than our own.
[each soldier takes a card from the pack Farell holds out]
Master Sergeant Farell: And what is my definitive position on the concept of fate, chorus.
Squad: Through readiness and discipline we are masters of our fate.
[Cage watches as soldiers eat the cards they were gambling with, Farell walks over to Cage]
Master Sergeant Farell: You might call that notion ironic, but trust me, you’ll come around.