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Full Metal Jacket is a 1987 film that follows a grouping of recruits through Marine grooming and their tour of duty in Vietnam.
- Written and directed by Stanley Kubrick, based on the novel The Short-Timers past Gustav Hasford.
In Vietnam, the current of air doesn't blow. Information technology sucks. taglines
Today, you people are no longer maggots. Today, you are Marines. You're office of a brotherhood. From now on, until the solar day you die, wherever y'all are, every Marine is your brother. Most of you volition become to Vietnam. Some of you lot volition not come back. But always remember this: Marines die. That's what nosotros're here for. But the Marine Corps lives forever and that means you lot live forever.
The deadliest weapon in the world is a Marine and his rifle. It is your killer instinct which must be harnessed if you look to survive in combat. Your rifle is only a tool. It is a hard center that kills. If your killer instincts are not make clean and strong, you will hesitate at the moment of truth. You lot will not impale. You will become expressionless Marines. And and so you volition exist in a world of shit. Because Marines are not immune to die without permission!
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 being beings nosotros will ever know. After we rotate back to the world, nosotros're gonna miss not having anyone around that'southward worth shooting.
I am so happy that I am alive, in ane slice and brusk. I'm in a globe of shit. Yes. But I am alive. And I am non agape.
Dialogue [edit]
- Hartman: I am Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, your senior drill instructor. From at present on, you volition speak simply 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 y'all. Audio off like y'all got a pair.
- Recruits: SIR, Yes, SIR!
- Hartman: If you lot ladies leave my island, if you lot survive recruit training, you will be a weapon. You volition exist a minister of expiry, praying for state of war. But until that day, you are pukes. Y'all are the lowest form of life on Globe. You are not fifty-fifty human fucking beings. You are zero merely unorganized, grab-asstic pieces of amphibian shit. Because I am hard, y'all will non like me. Only the more you detest me, the more you lot will learn. I am hard but I am fair. At that place is no racial bigotry hither. I do not look down on niggers, kikes, wops, or greasers. Hither, you lot are all equally worthless. And my orders are to weed out all non-hackers who do non pack the gear to serve in my dearest Corps!
- Joker: [nether 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 end of the billet] Who's the slimy lilliputian Communist shit twinkle-toed cocksucker down hither who only signed his ain decease warrant? Nobody, huh? The fairy fucking godmother said information technology. Out-fucking-standing. I will PT y'all all until you fucking dice! I'll PT you until your assholes are sucking buttermilk! [to Cowboy] Was it you, yous scroungy niggling fuck, huh?!
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: You little piece of shit, you await like a fucking worm! I'll bet it was you!
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Joker: Sir, I said information technology, sir!
- Hartman: Well, no shit. What have we got hither? A fucking comedian. Private Joker. I adore your honesty. Hell, I like you. You can come over to my firm and fuck my sis. [punches Joker in the gut; he falls to his knees] You lot little scumbag! I got your name! I got your donkey! You will not laugh! Yous volition not cry! You will acquire by the numbers! I will teach you! Now get up! Get on your feet! [Joker does and so] Yous had best united nations-fuck yourself, or I will unscrew your head and shit down your neck!
- Joker: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Private Joker, why did you join my beloved Corps?
- Joker: Sir, to kill, sir!
- Hartman: So yous're a killer.
- Joker: Sir, yeah, sir!
- Hartman: Allow me see your state of war confront.
- Joker: Sir?
- Hartman: You got a war face? [gives a violent yell] That'southward a war confront! Now let me see your state of war face! [Joker gives one with a not-then-convincingly-fierce yell] Bullshit! You lot didn't convince me. Allow me run into your real war confront! [Joker gives a louder, more convincing fierce yell, simply Hartman is not impressed] You don't scare me. Piece of work on it.
- Joker: Sir, yeah, sir!
- Hartman: What's your alibi?
- Cowboy: Sir, excuse for what, sir?
- Hartman: I'm request the fuckin' questions here, Private! Do you understand?
- Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Well, thank you very much! Can I be in charge for a while?
- Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Are you lot shook up? Are you nervous?
- Cowboy: Sir, I am, sir!
- Hartman: Do I make you nervous?
- Cowboy: Sir!
- Hartman: "Sir" what? Are you lot well-nigh to telephone call me an asshole?
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: How tall are yous, Individual?
- Cowboy: Sir, five-human foot-9, sir!
- Hartman: Five-foot-9? I didn't know they stacked shit that high! Y'all trying to squeeze an inch in on me somewhere, huh?!
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Bullshit! It looks to me like the best part of yous ran downward the crevice of your mama's ass and ended up equally a brown stain on the mattress! I remember yous've been cheated! Where in the hell are you from anyway, Private?
- Cowboy: Sir, Texas, sir!
- Hartman: Holy dogshit! Texas? Just steers and queers come up from Texas, Private Cowboy, and you don't much look like a steer to me, so that kinda narrows it downwardly. Do yous suck dicks?
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Are you a peter-puffer?!
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: I'll bet you're the kinda guy that would fuck a person in the ass, and non 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, but Hartman notices the mistake, and angrily marches to him] Individual Pyle, what are you trying to do to my beloved Corps?!
- Lawrence: Sir, I don't know, sir!
- Hartman: You are dumb, Individual Pyle, but do you wait me to believe that you don't know left from right?!
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Then yous did that on purpose; You wanna be different!
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: [slaps Individual Lawrence's left cheek] What side was that, Private Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, left side, sir!
- Hartman: Are you sure, Private Pyle?!
- Lawrence: Sir, yep, sir!
- Hartman: [slaps Private Lawrence's right cheek; knocking his cover off] What side was that, Private Pyle?!
- Lawrence: [barely holding it together] Sir, right side, sir!
- Hartman: Don't fuck with me again, Pyle! Option up your fuckin' embrace.
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Tonight, you pukes will sleep with your rifles. You lot 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 former Mary Jane Rottencrotch through her purty pink panties are over! You're married to this piece, this weapon of iron and woods. And you will be faithful! Port, hut! [Recruits grab their rifles] Prepare to mount! [Recruits step dorsum towards their bunks.] Mount! [Recruits rapidly hop onto their bunks] Port, hut! [Recruits catch their rifles and hold them up] Pray!
- Recruits: [simultaneously] This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My burglarize is my best friend. Information technology is my life. I must master it equally I must master my life. Without me, my burglarize 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 earlier he shoots me. I volition. Before God I swear this creed: My rifle and myself are defenders of my state. Nosotros are the masters of our enemy. Nosotros are the saviors of my life. Then exist it, until at that place is no enemy, but peace. Amen.
- Hartman: Order, hut! [Recruits lay their rifles at their sides] At ease! [shuts the lights off] Good night, ladies.
- Recruits: Good dark, sir!
- Hartman: [to Night Watchman] Hit information technology, sweetheart.
- Night Watchman: Sir, aye-yep, sir!
- Hartman: Next two privates, get! Quickly! [To Lawrence as he struggles on an obstacle form] Get your fat ass over in that location, Individual Pyle. Oh, that's right, Private Pyle. Don't make any fucking effort to go up to the meridian of the fucking obstacle! If God wanted y'all upward there, He would've miracled your ass up there by now, wouldn't he?
- Lawrence: Sir, aye, sir!
- Hartman: Get your fat ass up there, Pyle!
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: What the Hell is the affair with y'all anyway? I'll bet you if there was some pussy upwardly at that place on acme of that obstacle...
- Lawrence: [falling off again] Shit!
- Hartman: ...yous could get up there, couldn't you?
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Your ass looks like about 150 pounds of chewed bubble gum, Pyle! You lot know that?
- Lawrence: Sir, yeah, sir!
- Hartman: [To Privates Joker and Cowboy] Equally soon as you cease your bunks, I want you two turds to clean the head.
- Joker & Cowboy: Sir, aye-yes, sir!
- Hartman: I want that head so sanitary and squared away that the Virgin Mary herself would be proud to become in there and accept a dump.
- Joker & Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Private Joker, exercise yous believe in The Virgin Mary?
- Joker: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Well, Private Joker, I don't believe I heard you correctly.
- Joker: Sir, the private said "No, sir," sir!
- Hartman: Why, you little maggot; You brand me wanna vomit! [Slaps Joker across the face] You Goddamn communist heathen. Y'all had best sound off that you dearest The Virgin Mary, or I'm gonna stomp your guts out! Now, you do love 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 whatever answer he gives volition be wrong, and the Senior Drill Instructor will beat him harder if he reverses himself, sir!
- Hartman: Who's your squad leader, scumbag?
- Joker: Sir, the individual's squad leader is Private Snowball, sir!
- Hartman: Private Snowball!
- Snowball: Sir, Private Snowball reporting as ordered, sir!
- Hartman: Private Snowball, y'all're fired. Private Joker is promoted to squad leader.
- Hartman: [inspecting recruits' finger/toenails, every bit they stand on their footlockers] Trim 'em. Toe jam. Pop that blister. [sees Lawrence's footlocker is not secured] Jesus H. Christ. Private Pyle, why is your footlocker unlocked?!
- Lawrence: Sir, I don't know, sir!
- Hartman: Private Pyle, if there is i thing in this world that I hate, it is an unlocked footlocker! Yous know that, don't y'all?!
- Lawrence: Sir, aye, sir!
- Hartman: If it wasn't for dickheads similar you, there wouldn't be whatever thievery in this world, would there?!
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Get Down! [Lawrence steps down; Hartman opens the footlocker] Well, now! Let's just see if at that place'southward anything missing! [rummages through it; finds a jelly donut] Holy Jesus. What is that? What the fuck is that? [holds it up in Lawrence's confront] WHAT IS THAT, PRIVATE PYLE?!
- Lawrence: Sir, a jelly donut, sir!
- Hartman: A jelly donut?!
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: How did it become here?
- Lawrence: Sir, I took information technology from the mess hall, sir!
- Hartman: Is chow allowed in the barracks, Private Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Are y'all allowed to swallow jelly donuts, Private Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: And why not, Private Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, considering I'm too heavy, sir!
- Hartman: Because you lot are a icky fat torso, Private Pyle!
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Then why did you hide a jelly donut in your footlocker, Private Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, considering I was hungry, sir!
- Hartman: Considering you were hungry? [pacing the barracks, still holding the donut] Private Pyle has dishonored himself and dishonored the platoon! I have tried to help him, merely I accept failed! I have failed considering you have non helped me! You people have non given Private Pyle the proper motivation! And then, from now on, whenever Private Pyle fucks up, I will not punish him! I will punish all of you lot! And the way I see it, ladies, yous owe me for one jelly doughnut! Now become on your faces! [to Lawrence] Open your mouth! [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 button-ups] i-2-3-4! I love Marine Corps! one-2-three-4! I love Marine Corps! 1-2-3-four! I dearest Marine Corps! 1-two-3-4! I honey Marine Corps! ane-two-3-4!
- Hartman: [referring to Lee Harvey Oswald and Charles Whitman] Exercise whatsoever of you people know where these individuals learned how to shoot? [Joker raises his hand] Individual Joker?
- Joker: [stands upwards] Sir, in the Marines, sir!
- Hartman: [impressed] In the Marines! Outstanding! Those individuals showed what one motivated Marine and his burglarize can practice! And before you ladies leave my island, you will all be able to do the same matter!
- Joker: [narrating] Our terminal nighttime on the island. I draw burn down watch.
- [Joker goes into the head to find Private Lawrence sitting on a head with his rifle and loading rounds into a magazine]
- Lawrence: [smiles eerily] Hiii... Joker.
- Joker: [alarmed] Are those... live rounds?
- Lawrence: Seven-six-two millimeter. Total metallic jacket.
- Joker: [shaken] Leonard... if Hartman comes in here and catches u.s.a.... we'll both be in a earth of shit.
- Lawrence: I AM... in a world... of shit! [loads the last circular into the mag and begins drilling loudly] Left shoulder, hut! Right shoulder, hut! Lock and load! [inserts magazine into the rifle, chambers a round] Order, hut! [smartly brings the rifle down to the "order arms" position] This is my rifle! At that place are many like it simply this 1 is mine! My rifle is my best friend! It is my life!
- [Other recruits wake up; Hartman storms out of his bedroom]
- Hartman: [to recruits] Get back in your bunks!
- Lawrence: I must primary information technology as 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 yous 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'southward guts out?!
- Joker: Sir, information technology is the individual's duty to inform the senior drill instructor that Private Pyle has a total magazine and has locked and loaded, sir!
- Hartman: [calmly and sternly, to Lawrence] Now, you mind to me, Individual Pyle, and you mind skillful. I desire that weapon, and I want it now. You will identify that rifle on the deck at your feet and step back away from information technology. [Lawrence insanely and eerily smiles, and aims at Hartman's breast] [angrily bellowing] WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION, NUMBNUTS?! DIDN'T MOMMY AND DADDY Prove You Enough Attention WHEN YOU WERE A CHILD?! [shoots and kills him, then swings the barrel slowly upwardly toward Joker]
- Joker: Like shooting fish in a barrel, Leonard. Go easy, man. [Lawrence lowers information technology, 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 just this minute.
- Hooker: Well, infant, me and so horny. Me so horny! Me dear you long fourth dimension. You party?
- Joker: Yeah, we might party. How much?
- [Helicopter Door Gunner opens burn down, and Rafterman is uncomfortably nauseous]
- Door Gunner: Get some! Get some! [continues firing] Get some! Become some! Yep! Yeah! Get some! Get some! Come on! Come on! [continues firing] Get some! [continues firing] Ha-ha! Get some, baby! Become some! Become some! Get some! Get some! Become some! Come up on! Get it! Come on! Get some! Get some! Yeah-yeah-yes! I've got you, mother! [stops firing] Ha-ha! [looks at Joker and Raftman] Anyone who runs is a VC! Anyone who stands still is a well-disciplined VC! [laughs] You guys oughta do a story about me former!
- Joker: Why should we do a story near you?!
- Door Gunner: 'Cause I'm so fuckin' good! That own't no shit, neither! I've washed got me 157 dead gooks killed. And l water buffaloes, too! Them're all certified!
- Joker: Any women or children?!
- Door Gunner: Sometimes!
- Joker: How tin you shoot women and children?!
- [Rafterman gags in disgust]
- Door Gunner: Easy! You just don't lead 'em so much! [laughs] Own't war Hell?
- 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 lot've got written on your helmet?
- Joker: "Born to kill", sir.
- Colonel: You write "born to kill" on your helmet, and you wearable a peace button. What's that supposed to be, some kind of sick joke?
- Joker: No, sir.
- Colonel: What is information technology supposed to mean?
- Joker: I don't know, sir.
- Colonel: You don't know very much, do you?
- Joker: No, sir.
- Colonel: Y'all better go your head and your ass wired together, or I will take a behemothic shit on you.
- Joker: Yep, sir.
- Colonel: Now answer my question, or you'll exist standing alpine before the man.
- Joker: I think I was trying to propose something about the duality of man, sir.
- Colonel: The what?
- Joker: The duality of man; The Jungian matter, sir.
- Colonel: Whose side are you lot on, son?
- Joker: Our side, sir.
- Colonel: Don't you love your land?
- Joker: Yes, sir.
- Colonel: So how 'bout getting with the program? Why don't you jump on the squad and come up on in for the large win?
- Joker: Yes, sir.
- Colonel: Son, all I've ever asked of my Marines is for them to obey my orders equally they would the give-and-take of God. We are here to help the Vietnamese, considering inside every gook, there is an American trying to get out. It's a hard-ball world, son. We've gotta attempt to keep our heads until this peace craze blows over.
- Joker: [salutes] Aye-yeah, sir.
Taglines [edit]
- In Vietnam, the air current doesn't accident. Information technology sucks.
- Vietnam can kill me, but it can't make me intendance.
Bandage [edit]
- Matthew Modine - Private Joker / J.T. Davis
- Vincent D'Onofrio - Private Gomer Pyle / Leonard Lawrence
- R. Lee Ermey - Gunnery Sergeant Hartman
- Adam Baldwin - Animate being Female parent
- Dorian Harewood - Private Eightball
- Arliss Howard - Private 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]
- Full Metallic Jacket quotes
- Total Metal Jacket quotes at the Internet Movie Database
- Total Metal Jacket at Rotten Tomatoes
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Source: https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Full_Metal_Jacket
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