R. Lee Ermey

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?"

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."

"Private Pyle has dishonored himself and dishonored the platoon. I have tried to help him. But I have failed. I have failed because YOU have not helped me. YOU people have not given Private Pyle the proper motivation! So, from now on, whenever Private Pyle fucks up, I will not punish him! I will punish all of YOU! And the way I see it ladies, you owe me for ONE JELLY DOUGHNUT! NOW GET ON YOUR FACES!"

"Today, you people are no longer maggots. Today, you are Marines. You're part of a brotherhood. From now on until the day you die, wherever you are, every Marine is your brother. Most of you will go to Vietnam. Some of you will not come back. But always remember this: Marines die. That's what we're here for. But the Marine Corps lives forever. And that means you live forever!"

"Were you born a fat, slimy, scumbag puke piece of shit, Private Pyle, or did you have to work on it?"