Kill and Kill Again Bamboo Gods and Iron Man
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 Brusk-Timers by Gustav Hasford.
In Vietnam, the wind doesn't blow. Information technology sucks. taglines
Today, you people are no longer maggots. Today, you are Marines. Yous're part of a brotherhood. From now on, until the twenty-four hour period y'all dice, wherever you lot are, every Marine is your blood brother. Virtually of you lot volition go to Vietnam. Some of you will not come back. But always think this: Marines dice. That'due south what we're here for. But the Marine Corps lives forever and that means you lot live forever.
The deadliest weapon in the earth is a Marine and his rifle. It is your killer instinct which must be harnessed if y'all expect to survive in combat. Your rifle is but a tool. Information technology is a hard heart that kills. If your killer instincts are not clean and strong, you lot will hesitate at the moment of truth. You will not impale. You will become dead Marines. And then yous volition be in a world of shit. Because Marines are non allowed to dice without permission!
These are great days nosotros're living, bros. We are jolly dark-green giants, walking the Earth with guns. These people we wasted hither today are the finest homo beings we will ever know. After we rotate dorsum to the world, we're gonna miss not having anyone effectually that's worth shooting.
I am so happy that I am live, in one piece and short. I'k in a world of shit. Yep. But I am alive. And I am not afraid.
Dialogue [edit]
- Hartman: I am Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, your senior drill instructor. From now on, y'all will speak just when spoken to, and the first and concluding words out of your filthy sewers will be "sir." Do you maggots understand that?
- Recruits: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Bullshit! I tin can't hear you. Sound off similar you got a pair.
- Recruits: SIR, Aye, SIR!
- Hartman: If you ladies leave my island, if y'all survive recruit preparation, you will be a weapon. You volition be a minister of death, praying for war. Simply until that solar day, you are pukes. You are the lowest class of life on World. You are not even human being fucking beings. You are nothing but unorganized, grab-asstic pieces of amphibian shit. Because I am hard, you volition non like me. Just the more than you hate me, the more than you will learn. I am hard simply I am fair. In that location is no racial bigotry here. I do non 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 honey Corps!
- Joker: [under his jiff, 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'due south stop of the barracks] Who'south the slimy little Communist shit twinkle-toed cocksucker down hither who merely signed his ain expiry warrant? Nobody, huh? The fairy fucking godmother said it. Out-fucking-continuing. I will PT you all until you fucking die! I'll PT you until your assholes are sucking buttermilk! [to Cowboy] Was it you, you scroungy fiddling fuck, huh?!
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: You little piece of shit, you look 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. Private Joker. I admire your honesty. Hell, I like you. You can come over to my house and fuck my sister. [punches Joker in the gut; he falls to his knees] You little scumbag! I got your proper name! I got your ass! You will not laugh! Yous will not cry! You volition learn past the numbers! I volition teach you lot! At present become upward! Get on your feet! [Joker does then] You had best un-fuck yourself, or I will unscrew your head and shit downwards your cervix!
- Joker: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Individual Joker, why did you lot join my beloved Corps?
- Joker: Sir, to kill, sir!
- Hartman: And then you're a killer.
- Joker: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Let me see your war face.
- Joker: Sir?
- Hartman: You got a war face up? [gives a fierce yell] That's a war face! Now let me see your war face! [Joker gives i with a not-then-convincingly-fierce yell] Bullshit! You didn't convince me. Allow me see your real war face! [Joker gives a louder, more disarming fierce yell, but Hartman is not impressed] You don't scare me. Piece of work on it.
- Joker: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: What'due south your excuse?
- Cowboy: Sir, excuse for what, sir?
- Hartman: I'm request the fuckin' questions here, Private! Practice you understand?
- Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Well, cheers very much! Tin can I be in charge for a while?
- Cowboy: Sir, yeah, sir!
- Hartman: Are you shook upwardly? Are you nervous?
- Cowboy: Sir, I am, sir!
- Hartman: Do I brand you nervous?
- Cowboy: Sir!
- Hartman: "Sir" what? Are you nearly to call me an asshole?
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: How tall are you lot, Private?
- Cowboy: Sir, 5-foot-nine, sir!
- Hartman: Five-foot-9? I didn't know they stacked shit that high! Yous trying to squeeze an inch in on me somewhere, huh?!
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Bullshit! It looks to me like the all-time part of yous ran down the fissure of your mama's ass and ended up equally a brown stain on the mattress! I think 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, Private Cowboy, and you don't much look similar a steer to me, so that kinda narrows it 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 non even have the goddamn common courtesy to requite him a reach-around. I'll be watching you lot.
- Hartman: Left shoulder, hut! [Lawrence briefly hikes his rifle to his correct shoulder and corrects himself, but Hartman notices the error, 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: Y'all are dumb, Private Pyle, but do y'all expect me to believe that you don't know left from right?!
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: So you lot did that on purpose; You lot wanna exist different!
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: [slaps Individual Lawrence'southward left cheek] What side was that, Private Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, left side, sir!
- Hartman: Are you lot sure, Individual Pyle?!
- Lawrence: Sir, yep, sir!
- Hartman: [slaps Private Lawrence's right cheek; knocking his comprehend off] What side was that, Individual Pyle?!
- Lawrence: [barely belongings it together] Sir, right side, sir!
- Hartman: Don't fuck with me again, Pyle! Pick up your fuckin' cover.
- Lawrence: Sir, aye, sir!
- Hartman: Tonight, you pukes will sleep with your rifles. You will requite your rifle a girl's name, because this is the only pussy you lot people are going to get. Your days of finger-banging old Mary Jane Rottencrotch through her purty pinkish panties are over! You're married to this piece, this weapon of atomic number 26 and woods. And you will be true-blue! Port, hut! [Recruits grab their rifles] Prepare to mount! [Recruits step dorsum towards their bunks.] Mount! [Recruits speedily hop onto their bunks] Port, hut! [Recruits grab their rifles and concord them upwardly] Pray!
- Recruits: [simultaneously] This is my rifle. There are many similar it, just this one is mine. My rifle is my all-time friend. It is my life. I must master it equally I must master 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 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. And then be information technology, until there is no enemy, just peace. Amen.
- Hartman: Social club, hut! [Recruits lay their rifles at their sides] At ease! [shuts the lights off] Good dark, ladies.
- Recruits: Skillful night, sir!
- Hartman: [to Night Watchman] Hitting it, sweetheart.
- Dark Watchman: Sir, aye-aye, sir!
- Hartman: Side by side ii privates, become! Chop-chop! [To Lawrence as he struggles on an obstacle class] Get your fat ass over there, Private Pyle. Oh, that's right, Individual Pyle. Don't make any fucking effort to get up to the top of the fucking obstacle! If God wanted you lot up there, He would've miracled your donkey up there past now, wouldn't he?
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Get your fat ass up in that location, Pyle!
- Lawrence: Sir, yep, sir!
- Hartman: What the Hell is the matter with you anyhow? I'll bet you if in that location was some pussy upwards there on top of that obstacle...
- Lawrence: [falling off again] Shit!
- Hartman: ...you could get upwards there, couldn't you?
- Lawrence: Sir, aye, sir!
- Hartman: Your ass looks similar about 150 pounds of chewed chimera glue, Pyle! Y'all know that?
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: [To Privates Joker and Cowboy] As soon equally you finish your bunks, I desire you lot two turds to clean the head.
- Joker & Cowboy: Sir, yep-aye, sir!
- Hartman: I desire that caput then sanitary and squared away that the Virgin Mary herself would be proud to go in there and take a dump.
- Joker & Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Individual Joker, practice you believe in The Virgin Mary?
- Joker: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Well, Private Joker, I don't believe I heard you correctly.
- Joker: Sir, the individual said "No, sir," sir!
- Hartman: Why, you little maggot; You make me wanna vomit! [Slaps Joker across the face] You lot Goddamn communist infidel. Yous had best sound off that you love The Virgin Mary, or I'one thousand gonna stomp your guts out! Now, yous do dear The Virgin Mary, don't you?
- Joker: Sir, negative, sir!
- Hartman: Private Joker, are yous trying to offend me?
- Joker: Sir, negative, sir! Sir, the private believes that any answer he gives will be incorrect, and the Senior Drill Instructor will crush him harder if he reverses himself, sir!
- Hartman: Who'southward your squad leader, scumbag?
- Joker: Sir, the individual's squad leader is Private Snowball, sir!
- Hartman: Private Snowball!
- Snowball: Sir, Individual Snowball reporting as ordered, sir!
- Hartman: Individual Snowball, you'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'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 one thing in this world that I hate, it is an unlocked footlocker! You know that, don't you lot?!
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: If it wasn't for dickheads like you, in that location wouldn't be any thievery in this globe, would at that place?!
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: GET Downwards! [Lawrence steps downwards; Hartman opens the footlocker] Well, now! Allow's only see if there'due south anything missing! [rummages through it; finds a jelly donut] Holy Jesus. What is that? What the fuck is that? [holds it up in Lawrence'due south 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 get here?
- Lawrence: Sir, I took it from the mess hall, sir!
- Hartman: Is chow immune in the barracks, Individual 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 too heavy, sir!
- Hartman: Considering you lot are a disgusting fat trunk, Private Pyle!
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Then why did you hide a jelly donut in your footlocker, Individual Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, because I was hungry, sir!
- Hartman: Considering you lot were hungry? [pacing the barracks, still property the donut] Private Pyle has dishonored himself and dishonored the platoon! I have tried to help him, just I accept failed! I have failed because y'all take 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, yous 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 oral fissure] They're payin' for it, you eat it! [to recruits] Ready, exercise!
- Recruits beside Pyle: [doing push-ups] one-ii-3-4! I love Marine Corps! 1-two-3-four! I dearest Marine Corps! i-2-3-four! I beloved Marine Corps! i-ii-three-4! I love Marine Corps! 1-ii-3-4!
- Hartman: [referring to Lee Harvey Oswald and Charles Whitman] Do whatsoever of yous people know where these individuals learned how to shoot? [Joker raises his hand] Private Joker?
- Joker: [stands upward] 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 will all be able to practise the same thing!
- Joker: [narrating] Our last night on the island. I depict fire sentinel.
- [Joker goes into the head to detect Private Lawrence sitting on a caput with his rifle and loading rounds into a magazine]
- Lawrence: [smiles eerily] Hiii... Joker.
- Joker: [alarmed] Are those... live rounds?
- Lawrence: 7-six-two millimeter. Full metal 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 world... of shit! [loads the concluding circular into the magazine and begins drilling loudly] Left shoulder, hut! Right shoulder, hut! Lock and load! [inserts mag into the rifle, chambers a round] Order, hut! [smartly brings the burglarize down to the "order arms" position] This is my rifle! There are many like it simply this 1 is mine! My burglarize is my best friend! It is my life!
- [Other recruits wake up; Hartman storms out of his bedchamber]
- Hartman: [to recruits] Go back in your bunks!
- Lawrence: I must principal it equally I must master my life! Without me, my rifle is useless!
- Hartman: [storms into the head] What is this Mickey Mouse shit?! What in the proper 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 Individual Pyle holding that weapon?! Why aren't you stomping Private Pyle'southward guts out?!
- Joker: Sir, it is the individual's duty to inform the senior drill instructor that Individual Pyle has a total magazine and has locked and loaded, sir!
- Hartman: [calmly and sternly, to Lawrence] Now, y'all listen to me, Private Pyle, and you mind good. I want that weapon, and I want it now. You will place that burglarize on the deck at your feet and pace back away from it. [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 YOU Enough ATTENTION WHEN Yous WERE A Child?! [shoots and kills him, so swings the barrel slowly up toward Joker]
- Joker: Like shooting fish in a barrel, Leonard. Go easy, man. [Lawrence lowers information technology, sits on a head, and puts the muzzle in his mouth] [alarmed] NO!! [Lawrence pulls the trigger, killing himself and splattering his brains across the wall]
- Da Nang Hooker: Hey, babe. Yous got girlfriend Vietnam?
- Joker: Not just this minute.
- Hooker: Well, baby, me so horny. Me and so horny! Me love y'all long time. You 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] Go some! Become some! Yeah! Yeah! Become some! Become some! Come on! Come on! [continues firing] Go some! [continues firing] Ha-ha! Get some, baby! Get some! Get some! Get some! Get some! Get some! Come on! Get it! Come on! Get some! Get some! Yeah-yeah-yes! I've got yous, female parent! [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 old!
- Joker: Why should we do a story most yous?!
- Door Gunner: 'Cause I'g and then fuckin' expert! That ain't no shit, neither! I've done got me 157 dead gooks killed. And 50 water buffaloes, as well! Them're all certified!
- Joker: Any women or children?!
- Door Gunner: Sometimes!
- Joker: How tin can you shoot women and children?!
- [Rafterman gags in disgust]
- Door Gunner: Piece of cake! Y'all just don't lead 'em and then much! [laughs] Ain'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've got written on your helmet?
- Joker: "Born to impale", sir.
- Colonel: You write "born to kill" on your helmet, and you wear a peace button. What'due south that supposed to be, some kind of ill 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: Yous better get your head and your ass wired together, or I will have a giant shit on you.
- Joker: Yes, sir.
- Colonel: Now answer my question, or you'll be standing tall earlier the human being.
- Joker: I recall I was trying to suggest something about the duality of human being, sir.
- Colonel: The what?
- Joker: The duality of human being; The Jungian thing, sir.
- Colonel: Whose side are you lot on, son?
- Joker: Our side, sir.
- Colonel: Don't y'all love your land?
- Joker: Yep, sir.
- Colonel: So how 'tour getting with the plan? Why don't you jump on the squad 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 equally they would the word of God. We are hither to aid the Vietnamese, because inside every gook, at that place is an American trying to go out. It's a hard-brawl earth, son. We've gotta try to keep our heads until this peace craze blows over.
- Joker: [salutes] Aye-yeah, sir.
Taglines [edit]
- In Vietnam, the current of air doesn't blow. It sucks.
- Vietnam can kill me, merely it can't brand me intendance.
Cast [edit]
- Matthew Modine - Private Joker / J.T. Davis
- Vincent D'Onofrio - Individual Gomer Pyle / Leonard Lawrence
- R. Lee Ermey - Gunnery Sergeant Hartman
- Adam Baldwin - Fauna 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 - Individual Snowball
- Tim Colceri - Doorgunner
- Gil Kopel - Stork
External links [edit]
- Full Metallic Jacket quotes
- Total Metal Jacket quotes at the Internet Picture Database
- Full Metal Jacket at Rotten Tomatoes
Source: https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Full_Metal_Jacket
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