Full Metal Jacket

Hartman: I am Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, your senior drill instructor. From now on, you will speak only when spoken to, and the first and last words out of your filthy sewers will be "sir". Do you maggots understand that? Hartman: Bullshit! I can't hear you! Sound off like you got a pair! Recruits: SIR, YES, SIR! Hartman: If you ladies leave my island, if you survive recruit training, you will be a weapon. You will be a minister of death, praying for war. But until that day, you are pukes. You are the lowest form of life on Earth. You are not even human fucking beings. You are nothing but unorganized, grab-asstic pieces of amphibian shit. Because I am hard, you will not like me. But the more you hate me, the more you will learn. I am hard but I am fair. There is no racial bigotry here. I do not look down on niggers, kikes, wops, or greasers. Here you are all equally worthless. And my orders are to weed out all non-hackers who do not pack the gear to serve in my beloved Corps! Do you mag

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Hartman: Left shoulder! Hut! [Lawrence briefly hikes his rifle to his right shoulder and corrects himself, but Hartman notices the error and angrily marches to him] Private Pyle, what are you trying to do to my beloved Corps?! Pyle: Sir, I don't know, sir! Hartman: You are dumb, Private Pyle, but do you expect me to believe that you don't know left from right?! Pyle: Sir, no, sir! Hartman: Then you did that on purpose! You wanna be different! Pyle: Sir, no, sir! Hartman: [slaps Private Lawrence's left cheek] What side was that, Private Pyle? Pyle: Sir, left side, sir! Hartman: Are you sure, Private Pyle?! Pyle: Sir, yes, sir! Hartman: [slaps Private Lawrence's right cheek; knocking his cover off] What side was that, Private Pyle?! Pyle: [barely holding it together] Sir, right side, sir! Hartman: Don't fuck with me again, Pyle! Pick up your fuckin' cover! Pyle: Sir, yes, sir!

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Hartman: [to Night Watchman] Hit it, sweetheart. Night Watchman: Sir, aye-aye, sir!

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Hartman: Next two privates, go! Quickly! [To Lawrence as he struggles on an obstacle course] Get your fat ass over there, Private Pyle. Oh, that's right, Private Pyle. Don't make any fucking effort to get up to the top of the fucking obstacle! If God wanted you up there, He would've miracled your ass up there by now, wouldn't he? Pyle: Sir, yes, sir! Hartman: Get your fat ass up there, Pyle! Pyle: Sir, yes, sir! Hartman: What the hell is the matter with you anyway? I'll bet you if there was some pussy up there on top of that obstacle... Pyle: [falling off again] Shit! Hartman: ...you could get up there, couldn't you? Pyle: Sir, yes, sir! Hartman: Your ass looks like about a hundred and fifty pounds of chewed bubble gum, Pyle! You know that? Pyle: Sir, yes, sir!

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Hartman: Private Cowboy, Private Joker. Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir! Joker: Sir, yes, sir! Hartman: As soon as you finish your bunks, I want you two turds to clean the head. Joker & Cowboy: Sir, aye-aye, sir! Hartman: I want that head so sanitary and squared away that the Virgin Mary herself would be proud to go in there and take a dump. Joker & Cowboy: Sir, aye-aye, sir! Hartman: Private Joker, do you believe in the Virgin Mary? Joker: Sir, no, sir! Hartman: [Throws the trash can aside in anger] Well, Private Joker, I DON'T BELIEVE I heard you correctly. Joker: Sir, the private said "No, sir", sir! Hartman: Why, you little maggot! You make me wanna vomit! [Slaps Joker across the face] You god damn communist heathen! You had best sound off that you love the Virgin Mary, or I'm gonna stomp your guts out! Now, you do love the Virgin Mary, don't you? Joker: Sir, negative, sir! Hartman: Private Joker, are you trying to offend me? Joker: Sir, negative, sir! Sir, the private believes that any answ

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Hartman: Do any of you people know who Charles Whitman was? None of you dumbasses knows? [Cowboy raises his hand] Private Cowboy? Cowboy: [stands up] Sir, he was that guy who shot all those people from that tower in Austin, Texas, sir! Hartman: That's affirmative. Charles Whitman killed 12 people from a 28-story observation tower at the University of Texas, from distances of up to 400 yards. Anybody know who Lee Harvey Oswald was? [all recruits raise their hands] Private Snowball? Snowball: [stands up] Sir, he shot Kennedy, sir! Hartman: That's right. And do you know how far away he was? Snowball: Sir, it was pretty far, from that book suppository building, sir! [the recruits laugh] Hartman: All right, knock it off. 250 feet. [Snowball sits down] He was 250 feet away and shooting at a moving target. Oswald got off three rounds with an old Italian bolt-action rifle in only six seconds and scored two hits, including a headshot. Do any of you people know where these individuals learned ho

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