Come on! Private Joker: I wouldn't shit you. TEXAS? I'll bet if there was some pussy up there you would get up there, wouldn't you? Your days of finger-banging ol' Mary Jane Rottencrotch through her purty pink panties are over! [to recruits] Ready, exercise! Doc Jay: Animal Mother can be a rabid buffalo. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: If you ladies leave my island, if you survive recruit training, you will be a weapon. Hartman your senior drill instructor from now on you will only speak only when spoken and the first and last words out of your filthy sewers will be sir do you maggots understand that” “SIR YES SIR” “BULLSHIT I CAN’T HEAR YOU SOUND OFF LIKE YOU GOT A PAIR” “SIIRRR YESSS SIRR!! Private Cowboy: Last week he was sent down to Da Nang to see the Navy head shrinker, and the crazy f***er starts jerking off in the waiting room.
Joker: [narrating] Our last night on the island. Why are you not stomping Private Pyle's guts out? I will give you three seconds, exactly three fucking secinds, to wipe that stupid grin off your face, or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-fuck you! Buy Study Guide "Holy shit, Texas! Private Joker: I think I was trying to suggest something about the duality of man, sir. Hartman: Get your fat ass up there, Pyle! They'd rather be alive than free, I guess. Didn't mommy and daddy show you enough attention when you were a child? And the way I see it, ladies, you owe me for ONE JELLY DOUGHNUT! Well, are you? Do you understand? Before God I swear this creed: My rifle and myself are defenders of my country. You will become dead marines and then you will be in a world of shit because marines are not allowed to die without permission.