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Quotes from Full Metal Jacket

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    • Private Joker: The dead know only one thing: it is better to be alive.
    • Crazy Earl: These are great days we're living, bros. We are jolly green giants, walking the Earth with guns. These people we wasted here today are the finest human beings we will ever know. After we rotate back to the world, we're gonna miss not having anyone around that's worth shooting.
    • Private Joker: Are those... live rounds?
    • Private Gomer Pyle: Seven-six-two millimeter. Full metal jacket.
    • [Hartman gives a speech to the graduating recruits]
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 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.
    • Private Cowboy: I hate Vietnam. There's not one horse in this whole country. There's not one horse in Vietnam. There's somethin' basically wrong with that.
    • Private Cowboy: I think what she's trying to say is that you black boys pack too much meat.
    • Private Joker: I wanted to see exotic Vietnam... the crown jewel of Southeast Asia. I wanted to meet interesting and stimulating people of an ancient culture... and kill them. I wanted to be the first kid on my block to get a confirmed kill!
    • Animal Mother: Freedom?
    • [scoffs]
    • Animal Mother: You'd better flush out your head, new guy. This isn't about freedom; this is a slaughter. If I'm gonna get my balls blown off for a word, my word is "poontang".
    • Private Joker: A day without blood is like a day without sunshine.
    • Door Gunner: Git some! Git some! Git some, yeah, yeah, yeah! Anyone who runs, is a VC. Anyone who stands still, is a well-disciplined VC! You guys oughta do a story about me sometime!
    • Private Joker: Why should we do a story about you?
    • Door Gunner: 'Cuz I'm so fuckin' good! I done got me 157 dead gooks killed. Plus 50 water buffalo, too! Them's all confirmed!
    • Private Joker: Any women or children?
    • Door Gunner: Sometimes!
    • Private Joker: How can you shoot women or children?
    • Door Gunner: Easy! Ya just don't lead 'em so much! Ain't war hell?
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Pickett!
    • Taylor: Sir, yes, sir!
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 0300. Infantry. Joker!
    • Private Joker: Sir, yes, sir!
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 4212. Basic Military Journalism. You gotta be shittin' me, Joker. You think you're Mickey Spillane? You think you're some kind of a fuckin' writer?
    • Private Joker: Sir, I wrote for my high school newspaper, sir!
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Jesus H. Christ! You're not a writer. You're a killer!
    • Private Joker: A killer, yes, sir!
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Gomer Pyle. GOMER PYLE!
    • [staring into space]
    • Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir!
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: You forget your fuckin' name? 0300. Infantry. You made it.
    • Pickett: Sir, yes, sir!
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 0300. Infantry. Toe Jam!
    • Toe Jam: Sir, yes, sir!
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 0300. Infantry. Adams!
    • Adams: Sir, yes, sir!
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 1800. Engineers. You go out and find mines. Cowboy!
    • Private Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir!
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 0300. Infantry. Taylor!
    • [at the Firing Range, Pvt. Pyle is shooting at the targets, doing an impressive job while Hartman watches]
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Outstanding, Private Pyle. I think we finally found something that you do well.
    • Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir!
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: What's your sixth general order?
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: What's your fifth general order?
    • Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, the private's fifth general order is to quit my post only when properly relieved, sir!
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: What's this weapon's name, Private Pyle?
    • Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, the private's weapon's name is Charlene, sir!
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Pyle, you are definitely born again hard! Hell, I may even allow you to serve as a rifleman in my beloved Corps.
    • Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir!
    • Private Joker: Sir, the private's sixth general order is to receive, obey, and pass on to the sentry who relieves me... all orders - Sir, the private's sixth general order - Sir, the private has been instructed, but he does not know, sir!
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: You slimy scumbag! Get on your face and give me 25.
    • Private Joker: Sir, aye-aye, sir!
    • [Gunnery Sgt. Hartman walks toward Pvt. Pyle; Pyle holds up his rifle]
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: How many counts in that movement you just executed?
    • [hard and firm tone]
    • Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, four counts, sir!
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: What's the idea of looking down in the chamber?
    • Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, that is to guarantee that the private is not giving the inspecting officer a loaded weapon, sir!
    • [narrating]
    • Private Joker: Graduation is only a few days away, and the recruits of Platoon 3092 are salty. They are ready to eat their own guts and ask for seconds. The drill instructors are proud to see that we are growing beyond their control. The Marine Corps does not want robots. The Marine Corps wants killers. The Marine Corps wants to build indestructible men, men without fear.
    • [narrating]
    • Private Joker: Our last night on the island. I draw fire watch.
    • Private Joker: I wanna slip my tube steak into your sister. What'll you take in trade?
    • Private Cowboy: What do you got?
    • Da Nang Hooker: Hey, baby. You got girlfriend Vietnam?
    • 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.
    • [to Rafterman]
    • Private Joker: Well, old buddy, feel like spending some of your hard-earned money?
    • 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 Eightball: What we have here, little yellow sister, is a magnificent specimen of pure Alabama Blacksnake. But it ain't too goddamned beaucoup.
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Joker, do you believe in the Virgin Mary?
    • Private Joker: Sir, NEGATIVE, sir! Sir, the private believes any answer he gives will be wrong and the Senior Drill Instructor will only beat him harder if he reverses himself, SIR!
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Who's your squad leader, scumbag?
    • Private Joker: Sir, the squad leader is Private Snowball, sir!
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Snowball!
    • Private Snowball: Sir, Private Snowball reporting as ordered, sir!
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Snowball, you're fired. Private Joker's promoted to squad leader.
    • Private Snowball: Sir, aye-aye, sir!
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Disappear, scumbag!
    • Private Snowball: Sir, aye-aye, sir!
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Pyle!
    • Private Joker: Sir, no, sir!
    • Private Gomer Pyle: Private Pyle reporting as ordered, sir!
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Pyle, Private Joker is your new squad leader, and you will bunk with him! He'll teach you everything, he'll teach you how to pee!
    • Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir!
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Joker is silly and he's ignorant, but he's got guts, and guts is enough in my beloved Corps! Now, you ladies carry on.
    • [together]
    • Private Gomer PylePrivate Joker: Sir, yes, sir!
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Well, well, Private Joker, I don't believe I heard you correctly!
    • Private Joker: Sir, the private said "no, sir," sir!
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Why you little maggot, you make me want to vomit!
    • [slaps Joker]
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: You Goddamn 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 ya?
    • Private Joker: Sir, NEGATIVE, sir!
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Joker, are you trying to offend me?
    • Private Eightball: Personally, I think, uh... they don't really want to be involved in this war. You know, I mean... they sort of took away our freedom and gave it to the, to the gookers, you know. But they don't want it. They'd rather be alive than free, I guess. Poor dumb bastards.
    • Animal Mother: Well, if you ask me, uh, we're shooting the wrong gooks.
    • T.H.E. Rock: You're going home now.
    • Crazy Earl: Semper fi.
    • Donlon: We're mean marines, sir.
    • Private Eightball: Go easy, bros.
    • Animal Mother: Better you than me.
    • Private Joker: Is that you, John Wayne? Is this me?
    • Private Cowboy: Hey, start the cameras. This is "Vietnam - the Movie."
    • Private Eightball: Yeah, Joker can be John Wayne. I'll be a horse.
    • Donlon: T.H.E. Rock can be a rock.
    • T.H.E. Rock: I'll be Ann-Margret.
    • Doc Jay: Animal Mother can be a rabid buffalo.
    • Crazy Earl: I'll be General Custer.
    • Private Rafterman: Well, who'll be the Indians?
    • Animal Mother: Hey, we'll let the gooks play the Indians.
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: As soon as your bunks are done, I want you two turds to clean the head.
    • Joker and Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir.
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I want that head so sanitary and squared-away that the Virgin Mary herself would be proud to go in and take a dump.
    • [referring to Lee Harvey Oswald and mass murderer Charles Whitman]
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Do any of you people know where these individuals learned how to shoot?... Private Joker.
    • Private Joker: Sir. In the Marines, Sir.
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: In the Marines. Outstanding. Those individuals showed what one motivated Marine and his rifle can do. And before you ladies leave my Island, you will all be able to do the same thing.
    • [narrating]
    • Private Joker: Parris Island, South Carolina. The Marine Corps Training Depot. An eight-week college for the phony tough and the crazy brave.
    • Private Eightball: Now you might not believe it, but under fire Animal Mother is one of the... finest human beings in the world. All he needs is somebody to throw hand grenades at him the rest of his life.
    • [being interviewed]
    • Animal Mother: What do I think about the U.S. involvement in the war? I think we should win it.
    • [the recruits have administered a "sock party" beating on Private Pyle]
    • Private Cowboy: Remember, this was all just a bad dream, fat boy!
    • [an ARVN pimp and his hooker drive towards the Marines]
    • ARVN pimp: Do you want number one fuckee?
    • [after discovering Private Pyle's unlocked footlocker]
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Jesus H Christ. Private Pyle, why is your footlocker unlocked?
    • Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, I don't know, sir.
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Pyle, if there is one thing in this world that I hate, it is an unlocked footlocker! You know that don't you?
    • Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir.
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: If it wasn't for dickheads like you, there wouldn't be any thievery in this world, would there?
    • Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, no, sir.
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: GET DOWN!
    • [reading]
    • Lt. Lockhart: ... we have a new directive from M.A.F. on this. In the future, in place of "search and destroy," substitute the phrase "sweep and clear." Got it?
    • Private Joker: Got it. Very catchy.
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Pick 'em up and set 'em down Pyle!
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Do you feel dizzy? Do you feel faint! Jesus H. Christ! I think you've got a hard-on!
    • Vietcong Sniper: Shoot... me. Sh-oooot... me...
    • Private Eightball: Oh, sheeit!
    • [laughs]
    • Private Eightball: This baby-san looks like she can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch.
    • Private Cowboy: Been getting any?
    • Private Joker: Only your sister.
    • Private Cowboy: Well, better my sister than my mom, and my mom ain't bad.
    • Private Cowboy: We're the Lusthog Squad. We're lifetakers and heartbreakers. We shoot 'em full of holes and fill 'em full of lead.
    • Animal Mother: Hey, Jungle bunny. Thank God for the sickle cell, huh?
    • Private Eightball: Yeah, Mother.
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Do any of you people know who Charles Whitman was? None of you dumbasses knows? Private Cowboy?
    • Private Cowboy: Sir, he was that guy who shot all those people from that tower in Austin, Texas, sir!
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: That's affirmative. Charles Whitman killed twelve people from a twenty-eight-story observation tower at the University of Texas from distances up to four hundred yards. Anybody know who Lee Harvey Oswald was? Private Snowball?
    • Private Snowball: Sir, he shot Kennedy, sir!
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: That's right, and do you know how far away he was?
    • Private Snowball: Sir, it was pretty far! From that book suppository building, sir!
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: All right, knock it off! Two hundred and fifty feet! He was two hundred and fifty 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 head shot! Do any of you people know where these individuals learned to shoot? Private Joker?
    • Private Joker: Sir, in the Marines, sir!
    • Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: In the Marines! Outstanding! Those individuals showed what one motivated marine and his rifle can do! And before you ladies leave my island, you will be able to do the same thing!
    • Lt. Lockhart: Joker, I've told you we run two basic stories here. Grunts who give half their pay to buy gooks toothbrushes and deodorants - Winning Of Hearts and Minds. Okay? And combat action which result in a kill - Winning the War. I don't ask much of you people but I do expect you to adhere to my editorial policy.
    • Lt. Lockhart: You must have seen blood trails, drag marks?
    • Private Joker: It was raining, sir.
    • Lt. Lockhart: Well that's why God passed the law of probability. Re-write it and give it a happy ending. One killed. Make it a sapper. Or an officer. Which?
    • Private Joker: Whichever you say.
    • Lt. Lockhart: Grunts like reading about dead officers.
    • Private Joker: Okay - an officer. How about a general?
    • Lt. Lockhart: Joker, maybe you'd like our guys to read the paper and feel bad? In case you didn't know it, this is not a particularly popular war, and it's our job to report the news that the why-are-we-here civilian newsmen ignore.
    • [looking down at the mortally wounded VC sniper]
    • T.H.E. Rock: No more boom-boom for this baby-san. There's nothing we can do for her. She's dead meat.
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