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G.S. 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? Recruits: Sir, yes sir! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit I can't hear you. Sound off like you got a pair. Recruits: SIR, YES SIR!
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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Were you born a fat, slimy, scumbag puke piece o' shit, Private Pyle, or did you have to work on it?
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Da Nang Hooker: Hey, baby. You got girlfriend Vietnam? Private Joker: Not just this minute. Da Nang Hooker: Well, baby, me so horny. Me so HORNY. Me love you long time. You party? Private Joker: Yeah, we might party. How much? Da Nang Hooker: Fifteen dollar. Private Joker: Fifteen dollars for both of us? Da Nang Hooker: No. Each you fifteen dollar. Me love you long time. Me so HORNY. Private Joker: Fifteen dollar too beaucoup. Five dollars each. Da Nang Hooker: Me sucky-sucky. Me love you too much. Private Joker: Five dollars is all my mom allows me to spend. Da Nang Hooker: Okay. Ten dollar each. Private Joker: What do we get for ten dollars? Da Nang Hooker: Every t'ing you want. Private Joker: Everything? Da Nang Hooker: Every t'ing. Private Joker: [to Rafterman] Well, old buddy, feel like spending some of your hard-earned money?
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I'm Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, your senior drill instructor, from now on you will speak only when spoken to, and the first and the last word out of your filthy sewers will be "Sir". Do you maggots understand that? [recruits answers: Sir. Yes Sir!] Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit I can't hear you. Sound off like you got a pair! [recruits repeats with a louder tone] Gunnery Sergeant 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 grabastic 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 maggots understand that?
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I bet you're the kind of guy that would fuck a person in the ass and not even have the goddamn common courtesy to give him a reach-around. I'll be watching you.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Do you think I'm cute, Private Pyle? Do you think I'm funny? Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, no, sir! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Then wipe that disgusting grin off your face. Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir. [tries to stop smiling] Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Well, any fucking time, sweetheart! Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, I'm trying, sir. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Pyle I'm gonna give you three seconds; exactly three-fucking-seconds to wipe that stupid looking grin off your face or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-fuck you! ONE! TWO! THREE! Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, I can't help it, sir. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit! Get on your knees scumbag! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: [Pyle drops down to his knees] Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Now choke yourself. Private Gomer Pyle: [Pyle wraps his own hands around his throat] Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Goddamn it, with MY hand, numb-nuts! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: [Pyle reaches for Hartman's hand] Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Don't pull my fucking hand over there! I said choke yourself; now lean forward and choke yourself! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: [choking Pyle] Are you through grinning? Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit, I can't hear you! Private Gomer Pyle: [louder] Sir, yes, sir. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit, I STILL can't hear you! Sound off like you've got a pair! Private Gomer Pyle: SIR, YES, SIR! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: That's enough; get on your feet. Private Pyle you had best square your ass away and start shitting me Tiffany cufflinks or I will definitely fuck you up! Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Who said that? Who the fuck said that? Who's the slimy little communist shit, twinkle-toed cocksucker down here who just signed his own death warrant? Nobody, huh? The fairy fucking godmother said it. Out-fucking-standing! I will PT you all until you fucking die! I'll PT you until your assholes are sucking buttermilk!
Down in the hole / Jesus tries to crack a smile / Beneath another shovel load
Marines: [chanting] This is my rifle. There are many like it but this one is mine. My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my rifle is useless. Without my rifle I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy, who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will. Before God I swear this creed: my rifle and myself are defenders of my country, we are the masters of my enemy, we are the saviors of my life. So be it, until there is no enemy, but peace. Amen.
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