Demons Are Trying to Take Over the World Dante: Ah Shit Here We Go Again
Full Metal Jacket is a 1987 motion-picture show that follows a group of recruits through Marine training and their tour of duty in Vietnam.
- Written and directed past Stanley Kubrick, based on the novel The Brusk-Timers past Gustav Hasford.
In Vietnam, the air current doesn't blow. It sucks. taglines
Today, you lot people are no longer maggots. Today, you are Marines. You're part of a brotherhood. From at present on, until the day yous dice, wherever you lot are, every Marine is your brother. Nearly of you volition go to Vietnam. Some of you will not come dorsum. But always recall this: Marines die. That'due south what we're here for. But the Marine Corps lives forever and that means y'all live forever.
The deadliest weapon in the world is a Marine and his burglarize. It is your killer instinct which must be harnessed if you expect to survive in combat. Your rifle is only a tool. Information technology is a hard heart that kills. If your killer instincts are not clean and stiff, you will hesitate at the moment of truth. You will not kill. You will get dead Marines. And so yous will be in a world of shit. Considering Marines are not immune to die without permission!
These are neat days we're living, bros. Nosotros are jolly green giants, walking the Earth with guns. These people nosotros wasted here today are the finest human beings nosotros will always know. After nosotros rotate back to the world, we're gonna miss not having anyone around that's worth shooting.
I am so happy that I am alive, in i piece and short. I'thousand in a world of shit. Yep. Only I am alive. And I am not afraid.
Dialogue [edit]
- 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!
- Hartman: Bullshit! I can't hear you. Sound off like you got a pair.
- Recruits: SIR, Yeah, SIR!
- Hartman: If you ladies leave my island, if you lot survive recruit training, you will be a weapon. You volition be a minister of death, praying for war. But until that day, you are pukes. Yous are the lowest class of life on Earth. You lot are not even human fucking beings. Y'all are nothing merely unorganized, grab-asstic pieces of amphibian shit. Considering I am hard, yous will not similar me. Only the more you hate me, the more you volition learn. I am hard but I am fair. At that place is no racial discrimination hither. I do not look down on niggers, kikes, wops, or greasers. Here, you lot 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!
- Joker: [under his breath, imitating John Wayne] Is that you, John Wayne? Is this me?
- Hartman: [hearing him] Who said that? Who the fuck said that?! [crossing toward Joker's finish of the barracks] Who's the slimy little Communist shit twinkle-toed cocksucker down hither who merely signed his own death warrant? Nobody, huh? The fairy fucking godmother said it. Out-fucking-standing. I will PT you all until you fucking dice! I'll PT you lot until your assholes are sucking buttermilk! [to Cowboy] Was information technology you, you lot scroungy little fuck, huh?!
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: You little piece of shit, you look like a fucking worm! I'll bet it was you!
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Joker: Sir, I said it, sir!
- Hartman: Well, no shit. What take we got here? A fucking comedian. Private Joker. I admire your honesty. Hell, I similar you lot. Yous can come over to my house and fuck my sister. [punches Joker in the gut; he falls to his knees] You lot niggling scumbag! I got your name! I got your ass! You will not express mirth! Y'all will not cry! You will learn by the numbers! I will teach y'all! Now get upwards! Go on your feet! [Joker does so] Yous had best un-fuck yourself, or I will unscrew your head and shit downward your neck!
- Joker: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Individual Joker, why did you join my beloved Corps?
- Joker: Sir, to kill, sir!
- Hartman: So you're a killer.
- Joker: Sir, yeah, sir!
- Hartman: Allow me come across your war face.
- Joker: Sir?
- Hartman: Y'all got a war face? [gives a fierce yell] That's a war face! Now let me see your state of war face up! [Joker gives one with a not-then-assuredly-fierce yell] Bullshit! You didn't convince me. Let me run across your real war face! [Joker gives a louder, more disarming fierce yell, but Hartman is non impressed] Y'all don't scare me. Work on it.
- Joker: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: What's your excuse?
- Cowboy: Sir, excuse for what, sir?
- Hartman: I'm request the fuckin' questions hither, Private! Do you sympathize?
- Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Well, cheers very much! Tin can I be in accuse for a while?
- Cowboy: Sir, yep, sir!
- Hartman: Are you shook up? Are you nervous?
- Cowboy: Sir, I am, sir!
- Hartman: Do I brand you nervous?
- Cowboy: Sir!
- Hartman: "Sir" what? Are you about to call me an asshole?
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: How tall are you, Individual?
- Cowboy: Sir, five-foot-nine, sir!
- Hartman: V-foot-nine? I didn't know they stacked shit that high! You trying to squeeze an inch in on me somewhere, huh?!
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Bullshit! It looks to me similar the best office of you ran down the crevice of your mama's ass and concluded up as a brown stain on the mattress! I call up you've been cheated! Where in the hell are yous from anyway, Private?
- Cowboy: Sir, Texas, sir!
- Hartman: Holy dogshit! Texas? Only steers and queers come from Texas, Individual Cowboy, and yous don't much look like a steer to me, and so that kinda narrows information technology down. Do yous suck dicks?
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Are y'all a peter-puffer?!
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: I'll bet you're the kinda guy that would fuck a person in the donkey, and not even have the goddamn common courtesy to give him a reach-around. I'll be watching y'all.
- Hartman: Left shoulder, hut! [Lawrence briefly hikes his rifle to his right shoulder and corrects himself, only Hartman notices the error, and angrily marches to him] Private Pyle, what are you trying to do to my dearest Corps?!
- Lawrence: Sir, I don't know, sir!
- Hartman: You lot are dumb, Private Pyle, but do you expect me to believe that you don't know left from right?!
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Then you did that on purpose; You wanna be different!
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: [slaps Private Lawrence's left cheek] What side was that, Private Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, left side, sir!
- Hartman: Are you certain, Private Pyle?!
- Lawrence: Sir, yep, sir!
- Hartman: [slaps Individual Lawrence's right cheek; knocking his cover off] What side was that, Private Pyle?!
- Lawrence: [barely belongings it together] Sir, right side, sir!
- Hartman: Don't fuck with me again, Pyle! Pick upwards your fuckin' embrace.
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: This evening, you pukes will sleep with your rifles. You will give your rifle a girl's proper name, because this is the merely pussy you people are going to get. Your days of finger-banging quondam Mary Jane Rottencrotch through her purty pinkish panties are over! Y'all're married to this piece, this weapon of iron and wood. And you will exist faithful! Port, hut! [Recruits take hold of their rifles] Fix to mount! [Recruits stride back towards their bunks.] Mount! [Recruits quickly hop onto their bunks] Port, hut! [Recruits grab their rifles and agree them up] Pray!
- Recruits: [simultaneously] This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this i is mine. My rifle is my best friend. Information technology is my life. I must master it as I must main my life. Without me, my rifle is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my burglarize 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. And then be it, until there is no enemy, but peace. Amen.
- Hartman: Order, hut! [Recruits lay their rifles at their sides] At ease! [shuts the lights off] Expert night, ladies.
- Recruits: Skilful night, sir!
- Hartman: [to Nighttime Watchman] Hitting it, sweetheart.
- Nighttime Watchman: Sir, yep-yep, sir!
- Hartman: Side by side two privates, go! Quickly! [To Lawrence as he struggles on an obstacle grade] Get your fat donkey over there, Private Pyle. Oh, that's right, Individual Pyle. Don't make any fucking endeavor to go upwardly to the top of the fucking obstacle! If God wanted you lot up there, He would've miracled your ass upwardly there past now, wouldn't he?
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Get your fat ass upwards there, Pyle!
- Lawrence: Sir, aye, sir!
- Hartman: What the Hell is the thing with you anyway? I'll bet you if there was some pussy upward there on top of that obstacle...
- Lawrence: [falling off again] Shit!
- Hartman: ...yous could get up there, couldn't you?
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Your donkey looks similar about 150 pounds of chewed chimera gum, Pyle! You know that?
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: [To Privates Joker and Cowboy] As shortly as you end your bunks, I want you ii turds to clean the head.
- Joker & Cowboy: Sir, aye-yeah, sir!
- Hartman: I want that head so sanitary and squared away that the Virgin Mary herself would exist proud to go in there and take a dump.
- Joker & Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Private Joker, do you believe in The Virgin Mary?
- Joker: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Well, Individual Joker, I don't believe I heard y'all correctly.
- Joker: Sir, the individual said "No, sir," sir!
- Hartman: Why, you little maggot; You make me wanna vomit! [Slaps Joker across the face] Y'all Goddamn communist pagan. You had best sound off that you dearest The Virgin Mary, or I'm gonna stomp your guts out! At present, you practise dear The Virgin Mary, don't you?
- Joker: Sir, negative, sir!
- Hartman: Private Joker, are you trying to offend me?
- Joker: Sir, negative, sir! Sir, the private believes that any answer he gives will be incorrect, and the Senior Drill Teacher will shell him harder if he reverses himself, sir!
- Hartman: Who'south your squad leader, scumbag?
- Joker: Sir, the private'south team leader is Private Snowball, sir!
- Hartman: Private Snowball!
- Snowball: Sir, Individual Snowball reporting as ordered, sir!
- Hartman: Private Snowball, y'all're fired. Private Joker is promoted to team leader.
- Hartman: [inspecting recruits' finger/toenails, as they stand on their footlockers] Trim 'em. Toe jam. Pop that blister. [sees Lawrence'south footlocker is non secured] Jesus H. Christ. Private Pyle, why is your footlocker unlocked?!
- Lawrence: Sir, I don't know, sir!
- Hartman: Individual Pyle, if in that location is one affair in this world that I hate, it is an unlocked footlocker! You know that, don't you lot?!
- Lawrence: Sir, yeah, sir!
- Hartman: If it wasn't for dickheads like you, in that location wouldn't be any thievery in this world, would at that place?!
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Get Downwards! [Lawrence steps down; Hartman opens the footlocker] Well, now! Allow's just see if in that location'southward annihilation missing! [rummages through it; finds a jelly donut] Holy Jesus. What is that? What the fuck is that? [holds it up in Lawrence's face] WHAT IS THAT, PRIVATE PYLE?!
- Lawrence: Sir, a jelly donut, sir!
- Hartman: A jelly donut?!
- Lawrence: Sir, yep, sir!
- Hartman: How did it get here?
- Lawrence: Sir, I took it from the mess hall, sir!
- Hartman: Is chow immune in the barracks, Private Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Are you lot immune to eat jelly donuts, Private Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: And why not, Private Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, because I'one thousand likewise heavy, sir!
- Hartman: Because you are a icky fat body, Private Pyle!
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Then why did you hide a jelly donut in your footlocker, Private Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, because I was hungry, sir!
- Hartman: Because yous were hungry? [pacing the barracks, still holding the donut] Individual Pyle has dishonored himself and dishonored the platoon! I have tried to assistance him, but I have failed! I accept failed because y'all have not helped me! You people accept non 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 come across information technology, ladies, you owe me for one jelly doughnut! Now get on your faces! [to Lawrence] Open your oral cavity! [Lawrence does so and Hartman shoves the doughnut into his mouth] They're payin' for it, you eat it! [to recruits] Ready, exercise!
- Recruits beside Pyle: [doing push-ups] 1-two-3-4! I love Marine Corps! i-ii-three-4! I love Marine Corps! 1-2-iii-4! I dearest Marine Corps! 1-two-three-4! I dear Marine Corps! 1-ii-3-4!
- Hartman: [referring to Lee Harvey Oswald and Charles Whitman] Exercise any of you people know where these individuals learned how to shoot? [Joker raises his hand] Individual Joker?
- Joker: [stands upward] Sir, in the Marines, sir!
- Hartman: [impressed] In the Marines! Outstanding! Those individuals showed what 1 motivated Marine and his rifle can do! And before you ladies leave my island, you lot will all be able to do the aforementioned thing!
- Joker: [narrating] Our last night on the isle. I draw fire watch.
- [Joker goes into the head to find Private Lawrence sitting on a caput with his rifle and loading rounds into a mag]
- Lawrence: [smiles eerily] Hiii... Joker.
- Joker: [alarmed] Are those... live rounds?
- Lawrence: Seven-half-dozen-2 millimeter. Full metallic jacket.
- Joker: [shaken] Leonard... if Hartman comes in hither and catches us... we'll both exist in a world of shit.
- Lawrence: I AM... in a earth... of shit! [loads the last round into the magazine and begins drilling loudly] Left shoulder, hut! Right shoulder, hut! Lock and load! [inserts magazine into the rifle, chambers a circular] Club, hut! [smartly brings the rifle down to the "order artillery" position] This is my rifle! There are many like information technology but this one is mine! My rifle is my best friend! It is my life!
- [Other recruits wake up; Hartman storms out of his sleeping accommodation]
- Hartman: [to recruits] Get back in your bunks!
- Lawrence: I must master it every bit I must principal my life! Without me, my rifle is useless!
- Hartman: [storms 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 later lights-out?! Why is Private Pyle holding that weapon?! Why aren't you stomping Private Pyle's guts out?!
- Joker: Sir, information technology is the private'south duty to inform the senior drill teacher that Individual Pyle has a total magazine and has locked and loaded, sir!
- Hartman: [calmly and sternly, to Lawrence] Now, you lot listen to me, Individual Pyle, and you listen skilful. I want that weapon, and I want it now. You will place that rifle on the deck at your feet and stride back away from information technology. [Lawrence insanely and eerily smiles, and aims at Hartman's chest] [angrily bellowing] WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION, NUMBNUTS?! DIDN'T MOMMY AND DADDY Show Y'all Plenty Attending WHEN You WERE A CHILD?! [shoots and kills him, so swings the barrel slowly up toward Joker]
- Joker: Easy, Leonard. Go easy, man. [Lawrence lowers it, sits on a caput, and puts the cage in his mouth] [alarmed] NO!! [Lawrence pulls the trigger, killing himself and splattering his brains across the wall]
- Da Nang Hooker: Hey, baby. You got girlfriend Vietnam?
- Joker: Not simply this infinitesimal.
- Hooker: Well, baby, me so horny. Me so horny! Me love you long fourth dimension. Y'all political party?
- Joker: Aye, we might party. How much?
- [Helicopter Door Gunner opens fire, and Rafterman is uncomfortably nauseous]
- Door Gunner: Get some! Get some! [continues firing] Get some! Get some! Yeah! Yeah! Get some! Get some! Come on! Come up on! [continues firing] Get some! [continues firing] Ha-ha! Get some, baby! Get some! Go some! Get some! Become some! Get some! Come on! Get information technology! Come on! Get some! Get some! Yeah-aye-yeah! I've got yous, female parent! [stops firing] Ha-ha! [looks at Joker and Raftman] Anyone who runs is a VC! Anyone who stands all the same is a well-disciplined VC! [laughs] You guys oughta do a story about me sometime!
- Joker: Why should we practise a story about you lot?!
- Door Gunner: 'Cause I'k then fuckin' adept! That ain't no shit, neither! I've done got me 157 dead gooks killed. And 50 water buffaloes, besides! Them're all certified!
- Joker: Any women or children?!
- Door Gunner: Sometimes!
- Joker: How can you shoot women and children?!
- [Rafterman gags in disgust]
- Door Gunner: Piece of cake! You merely don't lead 'em so much! [laughs] Ain't war Hell?
- Colonel: Marine, what is that push on your trunk armor?
- Joker: A peace symbol, sir.
- Colonel: Where'd you get information technology?
- Joker: I don't think, sir.
- Colonel: What is that yous've got written on your helmet?
- Joker: "Born to kill", sir.
- Colonel: You write "built-in to impale" on your helmet, and you article of clothing a peace push. What's that supposed to be, some kind of sick joke?
- Joker: No, sir.
- Colonel: What is it supposed to hateful?
- Joker: I don't know, sir.
- Colonel: You don't know very much, do you lot?
- Joker: No, sir.
- Colonel: You lot ameliorate go your head and your ass wired together, or I will take a behemothic shit on you lot.
- Joker: Aye, sir.
- Colonel: Now answer my question, or you'll be standing tall before the man.
- Joker: I think I was trying to suggest something near the duality of homo, 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 y'all love your state?
- Joker: Yes, sir.
- Colonel: So 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 e'er asked of my Marines is for them to obey my orders as they would the word of God. We are hither to help the Vietnamese, because inside every gook, there is an American trying to go out. It'south a hard-ball world, son. We've gotta effort to go on our heads until this peace craze blows over.
- Joker: [salutes] Aye-aye, sir.
Taglines [edit]
- In Vietnam, the wind doesn't accident. Information technology sucks.
- Vietnam can kill me, simply it can't brand me care.
Cast [edit]
- Matthew Modine - Private Joker / J.T. Davis
- Vincent D'Onofrio - Private Gomer Pyle / Leonard Lawrence
- R. Lee Ermey - Gunnery Sergeant Hartman
- Adam Baldwin - Animal Mother
- Dorian Harewood - Private Eightball
- Arliss Howard - Individual Cowboy
- Kevyn Major Howard - Rafterman
- Ed O'Ross - Lieutenant Touchdown / Walter J. Schinoski
- John Terry - Lieutenant Lockhart
- Kieron Jecchinis - Crazy Earl
- Kirk Taylor - Payback
- Peter Edmund - Private Snowball
- Tim Colceri - Doorgunner
- Gil Kopel - Stork
External links [edit]
- Total Metal Jacket quotes
- Total Metal Jacket quotes at the Internet Movie Database
- Full Metal Jacket at Rotten Tomatoes
Source: https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Full_Metal_Jacket
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