Full Metal Jacket

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Full Metal Jacket is a 1987 film that follows a group of recruits through a brutal Marine boot camp through their tour of duty in Vietnam.

Written and directed by Stanley Kubrick based on the novel The Short-Timers by Gustav Hasford.

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[edit] Gunnery Sergeant Hartman

  • If you ladies leave my island, if you survive recruit training... you will be a weapon, you will be a minister of death, praying for war. But until that day you are pukes! You're the lowest form of life on Earth. You are not even human-fucking-beings! You are nothing but unorganized grabasstic pieces of amphibian shit! Because I am hard, you will not like me. But the more you hate me, the more you will learn: I am hard, but I am fair! There is no racial bigotry here! I do 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! Do you maggots understand that?
  • Tonight... you pukes will sleep with your rifles! 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 old Mary Jane Rottencrotch through her pretty pink panties are over! You're married to this piece, this weapon of iron and wood! And you will be faithful!
  • The deadliest weapon in the world is a Marine and his rifle. It is your killer instinct which must be harnessed if you expect to survive in combat. Your rifle is only a tool. It is a hard heart that kills. If your killer instincts are not clean and strong you will hesitate at the moment of truth. You will not kill. You will become dead Marines. And then you will be in a world of shit. Because Marines are not allowed to die without permission! Do you maggots understand?
  • Today... is Christmas! There will be a magic show at zero-nine-thirty! Chaplain Charlie will tell you about how the free world will conquer Communism with the aid of God and a few Marines! 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! Do you ladies understand?
  • Today you people are no longer maggots. Today, you are Marines. You're part of a brotherhood. [voiceover] From now on, until the day you die, wherever you are, every Marine is your brother. Most of you will go to Vietnam. Some of you will not come back. But always remember this: Marines die, that's what we're here for! But the Marine Corps lives forever. And that means you live forever!
  • (Sarcastically to Private "Pyle", who is struggling up an obstacle) Private Pyle, whatever you do, don't fall down, it would break my fucking heart! (Pyle reaches the top, and pauses) Well, what are you waiting for Private Pyle, up and over! Move it, move it! Move it! (Pyle pauses) Are you quitting on me? Well, are you? Then QUIT, you slimy fucking walrus-looking piece of shit! Get the fuck off of my obstacle! Get the FUCK down off of my obstacle! NOW! MOVE IT! Or I'm going to rip your balls off, so you cannot contaminate the rest of the world! I will motivate you, Private Pyle, IF IT SHORT-DICKS EVERY CANNIBAL ON THE CONGO!
  • You had best unfuck yourself or I will unscrew your head and shit down your neck!
  • You! Did your parents have any children that lived? I bet they regret that! You're so ugly you could be a modern art masterpiece!
  • Holy dog shit. Texas! Only steers and queers come from Texas, Private Cowboy! And you don't look much like a steer to me so that kinda narrows it down.

[Last words] WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION, NUMBNUTS?! Didn't mommy and daddy show you enough attention when you were a child?!

[edit] Others

  • 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.
  • Cowboy: Remember... it's just a bad dream, fat boy!
  • Animal Mother: Better you than me.
  • Marines: This is my rifle. There are many like it but this one is mine. My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my rifle 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 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. So be it, until there is no enemy, but peace. Amen.
  • Door Gunner: Anyone who runs is a VC. Anyone who stands still is a well disciplined VC.

[edit] Dialogue

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Jesus H. Christ! Private Pyle, why is your footlocker unlocked?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, I don't know, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant 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?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: If it wasn't for dickheads like you, there wouldn't be any thievery in this world, would there?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, no, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Get down!
[Private Pyle steps down from the footlocker. Hartman flips open the lid with a bang.]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Well now... let's just see if there's anything missing!
[Sergeant Hartman dumps out the top layer of the box, turns back towards the bottom section, then freezes.]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Holy Jesus! What is that? What the fuck is that?
[He slowly picks up a jelly doughnut and holds it in disgust with his fingertips.]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: WHAT IS THAT, PRIVATE PYLE?!
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, a jelly doughnut, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: A jelly doughnut?!
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: How did it get here?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, I took it from the mess hall, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Is chow allowed in the barracks, Private Pyle?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, no, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Are you allowed to eat jelly doughnuts, Private Pyle?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, no, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: And why not, Private Pyle?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, because I'm too heavy, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Because you are a disgusting fat body, Private Pyle!
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Then why did you hide a jelly doughnut in your foot locker, Private Pyle?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, because I was hungry, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Because you were hungry?
[Sergeant Hartman starts to walk down the line of recruits, with the jelly doughnut still at hand.]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Pyle has dishonored himself and dishonored the platoon! I have tried to help him, but I have failed! I have failed because you have 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, you owe me for one jelly doughnut! Now, get on your faces!
[The other recruits get in front-leaning-rest position.]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: [to Pyle] Open your mouth!
[He shoves the jelly doughnut into Pyle's mouth.]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: They're paying for it, you eat it!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: [referring to Lee Harvey Oswald and mass murderer Charles Whitman] Do any of you people know where these individuals learned how to shoot?
[Private Joker raises his hand.]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Joker?
Private Joker: Sir, in the Marines, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: In the Marines! Outstanding! Those individuals showed what one motivated Marine and his rifle can do! And before you ladies leave my island, you will all be able to do the same thing!
(Joker finds Leonard ("Pyle") in the head loading his rifle)
Leonard: (eerily) Hi, Joker.
Joker: (concerned) Are those, live rounds?
Leonard: Seven-six-two millimeter. Full, metal, jacket.
Joker: (calmly) Leonard, if Hartman catches us in here, we'll be in a world of shit.
Leonard: I am... in a world... of SHIT!

[Leonard begins performing a series of rifle drills with flawless precision, shouting each command loudly.]

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Get back in your bunks!! [Storming in] What is this Mickey Mouse shit? What in the name of Jesus H. Christ are YOU animals doing... IN MY HEAD?! Why is Private Pyle outta his bunks after lights out?! Why is Private Pyle holding that weapon?! Why aren't YOU stomping Private Pyle's guts out!?
Joker: Sir, it's the private's duty to inform the senior drill instructor that Private Pyle has a full magazine, and it's locked and loaded, SIR!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: [Slowly] Now, you listen to me, Private Pyle. And you listen good. I want that weapon, and I want it now! You will place the rifle on the deck at your feet... and step back away from it.
Private Pyle: [Grins insanely and aims at Hartman]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION, NUMBNUTS?! Didn't your mommy and daddy show you enough attention when you were a child?!
Private Pyle: [shoots Hartman and aims at Joker]
Joker: Easy, Leonard. Go easy, man!
[Pyle sits on a toilet and shoots himself through the mouth]
Colonel: Marine, what is that button on your body armor?
Private Joker: A peace symbol, sir!
Colonel: Where’d you get it?
Private Joker: I don’t remember, sir!
Colonel: What is that you’ve got written on your helmet?
Private Joker: "Born to kill," sir!
Colonel: You write "Born to kill" on your helmet, and you wear a peace button. What’s that supposed to be, some kind of sick joke?
Private Joker: No, sir!
Colonel: What is it supposed to mean?
Private Joker: I don’t know, sir!
Colonel: You don’t know very much, do you?
Private Joker: No, sir!
Colonel: You better get your head and your ass wired together, or I will take a giant shit on you!
Private Joker: Yes, sir!
Colonel: Now answer my question or you’ll be standing tall before the man!
Private Joker: I think I was trying to suggest something about the duality of man, sir!
Colonel: The what?
Private Joker: The duality of man. The Jungian thing, sir!
Colonel: Whose side are you on, son?
Private Joker: Our side, sir!
Colonel: Don’t you love your country?
Private Joker: Yes, sir!
Colonel: Then how ‘bout getting with the program? Why don’t you jump on the team and come on in for the big win?
Private Joker: Yes, sir!
Colonel: Son, all I’ve ever asked of my Marines is for them to obey my orders as they would the word of God. We are here to help the Vietnamese, because inside every gook there is an American trying to get out. It’s a hard-ball world, son. We’ve gotta try to keep our heads until this peace craze blows over!
Private Joker: [Salutes] Aye-aye, sir!
Vietnamese Prostitute: Hey, baby. You got girlfriend Vietnam?
Private Joker: Not just this minute.
Vietnamese Prostitute: Well, baby, me so horny. Me so horny. Me love you long time. You party?
Private Joker: Yeah, we might party. How much?
Vietnamese Prostitute: Fifteen dollar.
Private Joker: Fifteen dollars for both of us?
Vietnamese Prostitute: No. Each you fifteen dollar. Me love you long time. Me so horny.
Private Joker: Fifteen dollar too beaucoup. Five dollars each.
Vietnamese Prostitute: Me sucky-sucky. Me love you too much.
Private Joker: Five dollars is all my mom allows me to spend.
Vietnamese Prostitute: Ok, Ten dollar each.
Private Joker: What do I get for ten?
Vietnamese Prostitute: Ev'ryting you want.
Private Joker: Everything?
Vietnamese Prostitute: Ev'ryting.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: How tall are you, private?
Private Cowboy: Sir, five-foot-nine, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Five-foot-nine, I didn't know they stacked shit that high!
Door Gunner: You should do a story about me sometime!
Joker: Why should we do a story about you?
Door Gunner: 'Cause I'm so fucking good! That ain't no shit neither. I done got me 157 dead Gooks killed and fifty water buffalo too! They were all certified.
Joker: Any women or children?
Door Gunner: Sometimes!
Joker: How do you shoot women and children?
Door Gunner: Easy! You just don't lead 'em so much! Haha! Ain't war hell?

[edit] Taglines

  • In Vietnam The Wind Doesn't Blow It Sucks
  • Vietnam can kill me, but it can't make me care
  • Born to Kill

[edit] Cast

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