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Full Metal Jacket

Full Metal Jacket is a 1987 film that follows a group of recruits through a brutal Marine boot camp through their tour of duty in Vietnam.

Written and directed by Stanley Kubrick, based on the novel The Short-Timers by Gustav Hasford.
One rifle, one gun. One for killing, one for fun.taglines

Gunnery Sergeant HartmanEdit

  • The deadliest weapon in the world is a Marine and his rifle. It is your killer instinct which must be harnessed if you expect to survive in combat. Your rifle is only a tool. It is a hard heart that kills. If your killer instincts are not clean and strong, you will hesitate at the moment of truth. You will not kill. You will become dead Marines. And then you will be in a world of shit. Because Marines are not allowed to die without permission! Do you maggots understand?
  • Today … is Christmas! There will be a magic show at zero-nine-thirty! Chaplain Charlie will tell you about how the free world will conquer Communism with the aid of God and a few Marines! God has a hard-on for Marines, because we kill everything we see! He plays His games, we play ours! To show our appreciation for so much power, we keep heaven packed with fresh souls! God was here before the Marine Corps! So you can give your heart to Jesus, but your ass belongs to the Corps! Do you ladies understand?
  • Today, you people are no longer pukes. Today, you are Marines! You're part of a brotherhood. From now, until the day you die, every Marine is your brother! And remember this: Marines die; that's what we're here for. But the Marine Corps lives forever, and that means you live forever!

DialogueEdit

Gunnery Sergeant 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: [In unison in a normal speaking tone] Sir, yes, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit, I can't hear you. Sound off like you got a pair!
Recruits: [In unison, much louder] Sir, yes, sir!
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 grab-asstic 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?

Private Joker: "Is that you, John Wayne? Is this me?"
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 P.T. you all until you fucking die! I'll P.T. you until your assholes are sucking buttermilk. [grabs Cowboy by the scruff of his neck] Was it you, you scroungy little fuck, huh?!
Private Cowboy: Sir, no, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: You little piece of shit, you look like a fucking worm. I bet it was you.
Private Cowboy: Sir, no, sir.
Private Joker: Sir, I said it, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Well, no shit. What have we got here, a fucking comedian? Private Joker? I admire your honesty. Hell, I like you. You can come over to my house and fuck my sister. [he punches Joker in the stomach] You little scumbag! I got your name! I got your ass! You will not laugh! You will not cry! You will learn by the numbers! I will teach you! Now get up! Get on your feet! You had best unfuck yourself or I will unscrew your head and shit down your neck!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Holy Jesus! What is that? What the fuck is that? What is that, Private Pyle?
Private Pyle: Sir, a jelly doughnut, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: A jelly doughnut?
Private Pyle: Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: How did it get here?
Private Pyle: Sir, I took it from the mess hall, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Is chow allowed in the barracks, Private Pyle?
Private Pyle: Sir, no, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Are you allowed to eat jelly doughnuts, Private Pyle?
Private Pyle: Sir, no, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: And why not, Private Pyle?
Private Pyle: Sir, because I'm too heavy, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Because you are a disgusting fat body, Private Pyle!
Private Pyle: Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Then why did you hide a jelly doughnut in your foot locker, Private Pyle?
Private Pyle: Sir, because I was hungry, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Because you were hungry? [walks down the line of recruits, with the jelly doughnut still in hand] 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! [recruits get in front-leaning-rest position; he addresses Pyle again] Open your mouth! [shoves jelly doughnut into Pyle's mouth] They're paying for it, you eat it! [to recruits] Ready...exercise!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 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. Port, hut!
[Recruits grab their rifles]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Prepare to mount!
[Recruits step back towards their bunks]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Mount!
[Recruits quickly hop onto their bunks]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Port, hut!
[Recruits grab their rifles and hold them up]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Pray!
Recruits: [chanting] This is my rifle. There are many others 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.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Order, hut!
[Recruits lay their rifles at their sides]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: At ease! Good night, ladies.

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: [referring to Lee Harvey Oswald and mass murderer Charles Whitman] Do any of you people know where these individuals learned how to shoot?
[Private Joker raises his hand]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 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!

[Joker finds Leonard (Private Pyle) in the head loading his rifle]
Private Pyle: [eerily] Hi, Joker.
Private Joker: [concerned] Are those live rounds?
Private Pyle: Seven-point-six-two millimeter. Full. Metal. Jacket.
Private Joker: [calmly] Leonard, if Hartman catches us in here, we'll be in a world of shit.
Private Pyle: I am … in a world … of shit!
[Leonard begins performing a series of rifle drills with flawless precision, shouting each command loudly, then begins the Rifleman's Creed. Hartman wakes up]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: [to other recruits] Get back in your bunks! [storming into the head] What is this Mickey Mouse shit? What in the name of Jesus H. Christ are you animals doing … in my head?! [to Joker] Why is Private Pyle out of his bunk after lights out?! Why is Private Pyle holding that weapon?! Why aren't you stomping Private Pyle's guts out?!
Private Joker: Sir, it is the private's duty to inform the senior drill instructor that Private Pyle has a full magazine and has locked and loaded, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: [slowly] Now, you listen to me, Private Pyle. And you listen good. I want that weapon, and I want it now. You will place the rifle on the deck at your feet … and step back away from it.
[Private Pyle grins insanely and aims at Hartman]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: What is your major malfunction, numbnuts?! Didn't Mommy and Daddy show you enough attention when you were a child?!
[Private Pyle shoots Hartman and aims at Joker]
Private Joker: Easy, Leonard. Go easy, man.
[Pyle sits on a toilet and puts the rifle's muzzle in his mouth]
Private Joker: No!
[Pyle pulls the trigger]

Colonel: Marine, what is that button on your body armor?
Joker: A peace symbol, sir!
Colonel: Where'd you get it?
Joker: I don't remember, sir!
Colonel: What is that you've got written on your helmet?
Joker: "Born to kill", sir!
Colonel: You write "born to kill" on your helmet, and you wear a peace button. What's that supposed to be, some kind of sick joke?
Joker: No, sir!
Colonel: What is it supposed to mean?
Joker: I don't know, sir!
Colonel: You don't know very much, do you?
Joker: No, sir!
Colonel: You better get your head and your ass wired together, or I will take a giant shit on you!
Joker: Yes, sir!
Colonel: Now answer my question or you'll be standing tall before the man!
Joker: I think I was trying to suggest something about the duality of man, sir!
Colonel: The what?
Joker: The duality of man. The Jungian thing, sir!
Colonel: Whose side are you on, son?
Joker: Our side, sir!
Colonel: Don't you love your country?
Joker: Yes, sir!
Colonel: Then how 'bout getting with the program? Why don't you jump on the team and come on in for the big win?
Joker: Yes, sir!
Colonel: Son, all I've ever asked of my Marines is for them to obey my orders as they would the word of God. We are here to help the Vietnamese, because inside every gook there is an American trying to get out. It's a hard-ball world, son. We've gotta try to keep our heads until this peace craze blows over!
Joker: [salutes] Aye-aye, sir!

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 should do a story about me sometime!
Joker: Why should we do a story about you?
Door Gunner: 'Cause I'm so fucking good! That ain't no shit neither. I done got me 157 dead Gooks killed and fifty water buffalo too! Them are all certified.
Joker: Any women or children?
Door Gunner: Sometimes!
Joker: How can you shoot women and children?
Door Gunner: Easy! You just don't lead 'em so much! Ha ha! Ain't war hell?

Joker: Are we lost?
Cowboy: Joker, shut the fuck up.

TaglinesEdit

  • One rifle, one gun. One for killing, one for fun.
  • In Vietnam The Wind Doesn't Blow It Sucks
  • Vietnam can kill me, but it can't make me care
  • Born to Kill

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