Full Metal Jacket (1987)

Animal Mother: 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: Anyone who runs is V.C. Anyone who stands still is well-disciplined V.C.

Private Joker: How can you shoot women and children? Door Gunner: Easy... you don't lead 'em so much. [laughs] Ain't war hell?!



Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, Drill Instructor: Hell I like you, you can come over to my house and fuck my sister.

Private Joker: I wanna slip my tube steak into your sister. What'll you take in trade? Pvt. Cowboy: What do you got?

Da Nang Hooker: Hey, you got girlfriend Vietnam? Me so horny. Me love you long time.

Private Joker: The dead know only one thing: it's 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.

Private Joker: My thoughts drift back to erect nipple wet dreams about Mary Jane Rottencrotch and the Great Homecoming Fuck Fantasy. I am so happy that I am alive, in one piece and short. I'm in a world of shit... yes. But I am alive. And I am not afraid.

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, Drill Instructor: 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!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, Drill Instructor: Today you people are no longer maggots. Today you are Marines. You're part of a brotherhood.

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, Drill Instructor: There is no racial bigotry here. I do not look down on niggers, kikes, wops or greasers. Here, you are all equally worthless.

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, Drill Instructor: How tall are you, private? Pvt. Cowboy: Sir, five-foot-nine, sir! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, Drill Instructor: Five-foot-nine, I didn't know they stacked shit that high.

Private Joker: Leonard, if Hartman finds us here, we'll be in a world of shit. Private Gomer Pyle: I *am*... in a world... of shit.

Pvt. Eightball: I guess they'd rather be alive than free. Poor dumb bastards.

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, Drill Instructor: Who said that? Who the fuck said that? Who's the slimy communist shit twinkle-toed cocksucker who just signed his own death warrant?

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, Drill Instructor: Jesus Christ Pyle, don't try too hard. If God would have wanted you up there he would have miracled your ass up there, wouldn't he?

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, Drill Instructor: Were you born worthless, or did you have to work at it?

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, Drill Instructor: I bet you're the kind of guy that would fuck a person in the ass and not even have the god damned common courtesy to give him a reach around.

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, Drill Instructor: Private Pyle, I'm gonna give you three seconds, exactly three fuckin' seconds, to wipe that stupid lookin' grin off your face or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull fuck you!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, Drill Instructor: Bullshit! It looks to me like the best part of you ran down the crack of your mama's ass and ended up as a brown stain on the mattress.

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, Drill Instructor: What is your major malfunction, numbnuts? Didn't Mommy and Daddy show you enough attention when you were a child?

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, Drill Instructor: Pyle, you had best unfuck yourself and start shitting me Tiffany cufflinks or I will definitely fuck you up!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, Drill Instructor: Pyle, you climb obstacles like old people fuck!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, Drill Instructor: 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 J. Rottencrotch through her pretty pink panties are over!

Pvt. Cowboy: You know there's not a single horse in the entire country of Vietnam? There's definitely something wrong with that.

Pvt. Cowboy: I think what she's trying to say is that you black boys pack too much meat.

Animal Mother: You a photographer? Private Joker: I'm a combat correspondent. Animal Mother: Well you seen much combat? Private Joker: I've seen a little on TV. Animal Mother: You're a real comedian. Private Joker: Well they call me Joker. Animal Mother: Well I got a joke for you. I'm gonna tear you a new asshole. Private Joker: Only after you eat the peanuts out of my shit. Animal Mother: You talk the talk. Do you walk the walk?

Private Joker: I wanted to meet stimulating and interesting people of an ancient culture, and kill them. I wanted to be the first kid on my block to get a confirmed kill.

Pvt. Eightball: What we have here, little yellow sister, is a magnificent specimen of pure Alabama Blacksnake. But it ain't too goddamned beau coup.

Marines: [Chanting] This is my rifle. [Grabbing their crotches.] This is my gun. This is for fighting, and this is for fun.

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, Drill Instructor: Who the fuck said that? Who's the slimy little communist shit, tinkle-toed cocksucker down here who just signed his own death warrant? Nobody, huh?! The fairy fucking godmother said it! Out-fucking-standing!

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.