Started Talking Shit Wouldnt You Know Turns Like a Pimp
Full Metal Jacket is a 1987 film that follows a group of recruits through Marine training and their bout of duty in Vietnam.
- Written and directed by Stanley Kubrick, based on the novel The Short-Timers by Gustav Hasford.
In Vietnam, the wind doesn't blow. It sucks. taglines
Today, you people are no longer maggots. Today, y'all are Marines. You're office of a brotherhood. From now on, until the solar day you lot die, wherever you are, every Marine is your brother. Near of y'all volition go to Vietnam. Some of y'all will not come dorsum. Just always remember this: Marines die. That's what we're here for. Merely the Marine Corps lives forever and that means you alive forever.
The deadliest weapon in the earth is a Marine and his rifle. Information technology is your killer instinct which must be harnessed if y'all wait to survive in combat. Your rifle is merely a tool. It is a hard heart that kills. If your killer instincts are non make clean and potent, you lot will hesitate at the moment of truth. You lot volition not kill. Y'all volition become dead Marines. And and then yous volition exist in a earth of shit. Because Marines are not allowed to die without permission!
These are great days nosotros're living, bros. Nosotros are jolly greenish giants, walking the World with guns. These people we wasted here today are the finest human beings we will e'er know. After we rotate dorsum to the world, we're gonna miss not having anyone around that's worth shooting.
I am and so happy that I am alive, in one piece and short. I'yard in a earth of shit. Aye. But I am live. And I am non afraid.
Dialogue [edit]
- Hartman: I am Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, your senior drill instructor. From now on, you volition speak just when spoken to, and the first and final words out of your filthy sewers will be "sir." Do yous maggots empathize that?
- Recruits: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Bullshit! I tin't hear you. Audio off like you got a pair.
- Recruits: SIR, Yes, SIR!
- Hartman: If you ladies leave my island, if yous survive recruit preparation, you will be a weapon. You volition be a minister of expiry, praying for state of war. Only until that day, y'all are pukes. You are the everyman form of life on Earth. You are not even human fucking beings. You are nothing just unorganized, grab-asstic pieces of amphibian shit. Because I am hard, you will non similar me. Simply the more than you lot detest me, the more you volition acquire. I am difficult but I am off-white. At that place is no racial bigotry here. I practice 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!
- 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 finish of the barracks] Who's the slimy lilliputian Communist shit twinkle-toed cocksucker downwardly here who merely signed his own death warrant? Nobody, huh? The fairy fucking godmother said it. Out-fucking-continuing. I will PT you all until yous fucking dice! I'll PT you until your assholes are sucking buttermilk! [to Cowboy] Was it y'all, you scroungy piddling fuck, huh?!
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Yous piddling slice of shit, you lot await similar a fucking worm! I'll bet it was you lot!
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Joker: Sir, I said it, sir!
- Hartman: Well, no shit. What have we got here? A fucking comedian. Individual Joker. I admire your honesty. Hell, I like you. You lot can come over to my firm and fuck my sis. [punches Joker in the gut; he falls to his knees] You little scumbag! I got your name! I got your ass! You will non laugh! Yous volition non cry! Y'all will learn by the numbers! I will teach you! Now go upwards! Get on your feet! [Joker does and then] You had best un-fuck yourself, or I volition unscrew your head and shit downwardly your neck!
- Joker: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Private Joker, why did you join my beloved Corps?
- Joker: Sir, to kill, sir!
- Hartman: So you're a killer.
- Joker: Sir, aye, sir!
- Hartman: Let me see your state of war face.
- Joker: Sir?
- Hartman: Yous got a war face up? [gives a fierce yell] That's a war face! At present let me see your war face! [Joker gives i with a not-then-assuredly-trigger-happy yell] Bullshit! You didn't convince me. Allow me meet your existent state of war face! [Joker gives a louder, more convincing fierce yell, only Hartman is not impressed] You don't scare me. Work on it.
- Joker: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: What'southward your alibi?
- Cowboy: Sir, excuse for what, sir?
- Hartman: I'm asking the fuckin' questions here, Private! Do you lot understand?
- Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Well, thank you very much! Can I be in charge for a while?
- Cowboy: Sir, yeah, sir!
- Hartman: Are you shook up? Are you lot nervous?
- Cowboy: Sir, I am, sir!
- Hartman: Do I brand you lot nervous?
- Cowboy: Sir!
- Hartman: "Sir" what? Are you about to call me an asshole?
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: How tall are yous, Private?
- Cowboy: Sir, five-foot-9, sir!
- Hartman: Five-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 like the best part of you ran downwards the crack of your mama's ass and ended up every bit a brown stain on the mattress! I remember you've been cheated! Where in the hell are you from anyway, Private?
- Cowboy: Sir, Texas, sir!
- Hartman: Holy dogshit! Texas? Only steers and queers come from Texas, Private Cowboy, and y'all don't much look similar a steer to me, and then that kinda narrows information technology downward. Practice you suck dicks?
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Are you a peter-puffer?!
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: I'll bet you lot're the kinda guy that would fuck a person in the donkey, and not even take the goddamn common courtesy to give him a achieve-around. I'll be watching you lot.
- 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] Private 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 expect me to believe that you don't know left from correct?!
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: So yous did that on purpose; You wanna exist different!
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: [slaps Private Lawrence'due south left cheek] What side was that, Individual Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, left side, sir!
- Hartman: Are you lot sure, Individual Pyle?!
- Lawrence: Sir, yep, sir!
- Hartman: [slaps Private Lawrence'due south 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 once more, Pyle! Choice up your fuckin' cover.
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Tonight, yous pukes will sleep with your rifles. You will give your burglarize a girl'south name, considering this is the just pussy you people are going to get. Your days of finger-banging onetime Mary Jane Rottencrotch through her purty pink panties are over! You're married to this piece, this weapon of iron and woods. And you lot volition be faithful! Port, hut! [Recruits take hold of their rifles] Prepare to mount! [Recruits step back towards their bunks.] Mount! [Recruits apace hop onto their bunks] Port, hut! [Recruits grab their rifles and hold them up] Pray!
- Recruits: [simultaneously] This is my rifle. At that place are many like it, only this one is mine. My rifle is my best friend. Information technology is my life. I must main it as I must master my life. Without me, my rifle is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must burn down my rifle truthful. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to impale me. I must shoot him earlier 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, simply peace. Amen.
- Hartman: Order, hut! [Recruits lay their rifles at their sides] At ease! [shuts the lights off] Good night, ladies.
- Recruits: Good night, sir!
- Hartman: [to Nighttime Watchman] Hit it, sweetheart.
- Night Watchman: Sir, yeah-aye, sir!
- Hartman: Next ii privates, go! Quickly! [To Lawrence as he struggles on an obstacle course] Go your fatty ass over there, Private Pyle. Oh, that'due south correct, Individual Pyle. Don't make whatsoever fucking endeavour to become up to the top of the fucking obstacle! If God wanted you up there, He would've miracled your donkey up there past now, wouldn't he?
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Get your fat ass upwardly at that place, Pyle!
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: What the Hell is the matter with you anyway? I'll bet you if in that location 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, aye, sir!
- Hartman: Your ass looks like about 150 pounds of chewed chimera gum, Pyle! You lot know that?
- Lawrence: Sir, yeah, sir!
- Hartman: [To Privates Joker and Cowboy] As before long as you finish your bunks, I want you ii turds to clean the head.
- Joker & Cowboy: Sir, aye-yes, sir!
- Hartman: I want that head and then sanitary and squared away that the Virgin Mary herself would be proud to go in there and take a dump.
- Joker & Cowboy: Sir, aye, sir!
- Hartman: Private Joker, do yous believe in The Virgin Mary?
- Joker: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Well, Private Joker, I don't believe I heard y'all correctly.
- Joker: Sir, the individual said "No, sir," sir!
- Hartman: Why, you lot little maggot; Yous make me wanna vomit! [Slaps Joker across the confront] You Goddamn communist heathen. Y'all had best sound off that yous love The Virgin Mary, or I'yard gonna stomp your guts out! Now, you practise beloved 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 individual believes that whatever answer he gives will be wrong, and the Senior Drill Teacher will beat out him harder if he reverses himself, sir!
- Hartman: Who's your team leader, scumbag?
- Joker: Sir, the private's team leader is Private Snowball, sir!
- Hartman: Private Snowball!
- Snowball: Sir, Private Snowball reporting as ordered, sir!
- Hartman: Private Snowball, you're fired. Private Joker is promoted to squad leader.
- Hartman: [inspecting recruits' finger/toenails, equally they stand on their footlockers] Trim 'em. Toe jam. Pop that blister. [sees Lawrence's footlocker is non secured] Jesus H. Christ. Individual Pyle, why is your footlocker unlocked?!
- Lawrence: Sir, I don't know, sir!
- Hartman: Private Pyle, if there is one thing in this globe that I detest, information technology is an unlocked footlocker! You know that, don't you?!
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: If it wasn't for dickheads similar y'all, at that place wouldn't be whatsoever thievery in this globe, would there?!
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Go DOWN! [Lawrence steps downwards; Hartman opens the footlocker] Well, now! Let's simply see if at that place's annihilation missing! [rummages through information technology; finds a jelly donut] Holy Jesus. What is that? What the fuck is that? [holds it upwardly in Lawrence'southward confront] WHAT IS THAT, Private PYLE?!
- Lawrence: Sir, a jelly donut, sir!
- Hartman: A jelly donut?!
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: How did information technology go 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 you allowed to eat jelly donuts, Private Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: And why not, Private Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, because I'thou too heavy, sir!
- Hartman: Because you are a disgusting fatty body, Private Pyle!
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Then why did you hibernate a jelly donut in your footlocker, Individual Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, considering I was hungry, sir!
- Hartman: Because you were hungry? [pacing the barracks, yet holding the donut] Individual Pyle has dishonored himself and dishonored the platoon! I have tried to help him, merely I take failed! I have failed considering you have non helped me! Y'all people have not given Private Pyle the proper motivation! So, from now on, whenever Private Pyle fucks upwards, I will not punish him! I will punish all of you lot! And the way I see it, ladies, you owe me for one jelly doughnut! Now get 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 information technology! [to recruits] Prepare, exercise!
- Recruits beside Pyle: [doing push button-ups] 1-2-3-iv! I love Marine Corps! 1-two-3-4! I love Marine Corps! 1-2-iii-four! I love Marine Corps! 1-2-3-4! I dear Marine Corps! i-2-three-4!
- Hartman: [referring to Lee Harvey Oswald and Charles Whitman] Do any of you people know where these individuals learned how to shoot? [Joker raises his paw] Individual Joker?
- Joker: [stands up] Sir, in the Marines, sir!
- Hartman: [impressed] In the Marines! Outstanding! Those individuals showed what one motivated Marine and his burglarize can do! And before you ladies leave my island, you lot volition all exist able to do the same matter!
- Joker: [narrating] Our concluding night on the island. I draw burn down watch.
- [Joker goes into the head to find Private Lawrence sitting on a head with his burglarize and loading rounds into a mag]
- Lawrence: [smiles eerily] Hiii... Joker.
- Joker: [alarmed] Are those... alive rounds?
- Lawrence: Vii-six-two millimeter. Full metal jacket.
- Joker: [shaken] Leonard... if Hartman comes in here and catches us... we'll both be in a earth of shit.
- Lawrence: I AM... in a earth... of shit! [loads the terminal 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] Order, hut! [smartly brings the rifle downwardly to the "society arms" 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 bedroom]
- Hartman: [to recruits] Go dorsum in your bunks!
- Lawrence: I must primary it equally I must primary my life! Without me, my rifle is useless!
- Hartman: [storms into the caput] What is this Mickey Mouse shit?! What in the proper noun 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'south guts out?!
- Joker: Sir, it is the private'south duty to inform the senior drill instructor that Private Pyle has a full mag and has locked and loaded, sir!
- Hartman: [calmly and sternly, to Lawrence] Now, y'all listen to me, Individual Pyle, and you listen skillful. I want that weapon, and I want it now. You lot volition place that rifle on the deck at your anxiety and step dorsum abroad from it. [Lawrence insanely and eerily smiles, and aims at Hartman'southward chest] [angrily bellowing] WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION, NUMBNUTS?! DIDN'T MOMMY AND DADDY SHOW YOU Enough Attending WHEN YOU WERE A CHILD?! [shoots and kills him, then swings the barrel slowly up toward Joker]
- Joker: Easy, Leonard. Get like shooting fish in a barrel, human being. [Lawrence lowers it, sits on a caput, and puts the cage in his rima oris] [alarmed] NO!! [Lawrence pulls the trigger, killing himself and splattering his brains across the wall]
- Da Nang Hooker: Hey, babe. You got girlfriend Vietnam?
- Joker: Not simply this infinitesimal.
- Hooker: Well, baby, me so horny. Me so horny! Me dear you long fourth dimension. Yous political party?
- Joker: Yeah, we might political 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! Yeah! Yeah! Go some! Get some! Come on! Come on! [continues firing] Get some! [continues firing] Ha-ha! Become some, baby! Get some! Get some! Go some! Become some! Get some! Come on! Get information technology! Come on! Get some! Go some! Yes-yeah-yeah! I've got you, mother! [stops firing] Ha-ha! [looks at Joker and Raftman] Anyone who runs is a VC! Anyone who stands withal is a well-disciplined VC! [laughs] You guys oughta practise a story about me sometime!
- Joker: Why should we do a story about you lot?!
- Door Gunner: 'Cause I'm then fuckin' good! That own't no shit, neither! I've done got me 157 dead gooks killed. And fifty 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: Like shooting fish in a barrel! You just don't lead 'em so much! [laughs] Ain't state of 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 recall, sir.
- Colonel: What is that y'all've got written on your helmet?
- Joker: "Built-in to kill", sir.
- Colonel: You lot write "born to kill" on your helmet, and y'all wear a peace push button. What's that supposed to exist, 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, practice you?
- Joker: No, sir.
- Colonel: You lot meliorate get your caput 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 most 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 yous jump on the team and come up on in for the big win?
- Joker: Aye, sir.
- Colonel: Son, all I've ever asked of my Marines is for them to obey my orders as they would the discussion of God. We are hither to help the Vietnamese, because inside every gook, there is an American trying to leave. It'south a hard-brawl world, son. Nosotros've gotta try to keep our heads until this peace craze blows over.
- Joker: [salutes] Yeah-yes, sir.
Taglines [edit]
- In Vietnam, the wind doesn't blow. It sucks.
- Vietnam tin can kill me, but it can't make me care.
Cast [edit]
- Matthew Modine - Individual 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 - 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 Metal Jacket quotes
- Full Metal Jacket quotes at the Net Picture Database
- Full Metal Jacket at Rotten Tomatoes
Source: https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Full_Metal_Jacket
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