Full Metal Jacket * Quotes

"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 our enemy, we are the saviors of my life. So be it, until there is no enemy, but peace. Amen."

Gny. Sgt. 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."
Gny. Sgt. Hartman: "Bullshit! I can't hear you. Sound off like you got a pair!"
Recruits: "SIR, YES SIR!"
Gny. Sgt. 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?"

Pvt. Joker: "Are those... live rounds?"
Pvt. Pyle: "Seven-six-two millimeter. Full metal jacket."

Gny. Sgt. Hartman: "Where the hell are you from anyway, private?"
Pvt. Cowboy: "Sir, Texas, sir."
Gny. Sgt. Hartman: "Holy dog shit! Texas? Only steers and queers come from Texas, Pvt. Cowboy, and you don't look much like a steer to me, so that kinda narrows it down. Do you suck dicks?"
Pvt. Cowboy: "Sir, no, sir!"
Gny. Sgt. Hartman: "Are you a peter puffer?"
Pvt. Cowboy: "Sir, no, sir!"
Gny. Sgt. Hartman: "I bet you're the kind of guy who 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!"

Gny. Sgt. Hartman: "How tall are you, private?"
Pvt. Cowboy: "Sir, five-foot-nine, sir."
Gny. Sgt. Hartman: "Five-foot-nine, I didn't know they stacked shit that high!"

Gny. Sgt. Hartman: "Did your parents have any children that lived?"
Pvt. Pyle: "Sir, yes, sir."
Gny. Sgt. Hartman: "I bet they regret that. You're so ugly you could be a modern art masterpiece! What's your name fat body?"
Pvt. Pyle: "Sir, Leonard Lawrence, sir."
Gny. Sgt. Hartman: "Lawrence? Lawrence what... of Arabia?"
Pvt. Pyle: "Sir, no, sir."
Gny. Sgt. Hartman: "That name sounds like royalty. Are you royalty?"
Pvt. Pyle: "Sir, no, sir."
Gny. Sgt. Hartman: "Do you suck dicks?"
Pvt. Pyle: "Sir, no, sir."
Gny. Sgt. Hartman: "Bullshit. I bet you could suck a golf ball through a garden hose."
Pvt. Pyle: "Sir, no, sir."
Gny. Sgt. Hartman: "I don't like the name Lawrence, only faggots and sailors are called Lawrence. From now on you're Gomer Pyle."
Pvt. Pyle: "Sir, yes, sir."

"Tonight, you pukes will sleep with your rifles. You will give your rifle a girl's name because this is the only pussy you people are going to get. Your days of finger-banging ol' Mary-Jane Rottencrotch through her pretty pink panties are over! You're married to this piece. This weapon of iron and wood. And you will be faithful."