Jarhead (film)

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Jarhead is a 2005 film based on U.S. Marine Anthony Swofford's 2003 Gulf War memoir of the same name. The title comes from the slang term used to refer to Marines (sometimes by Marines themselves). The film was directed by Sam Mendes.

Anthony Swofford[edit]

  • Four days, four hours, one minute. That was my war.
  • Sir, I got lost on the way to college, sir!

Staff Sgt. Sykes[edit]

  • Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for I am the baddest motherfucker in the goddamn valley.
  • I could be working with my brother right now. He's got a dry-wall business in Compton. Does the inside of office buildings — you know, the metal studs. I could be his partner. Said he'd give me that brand new Dodge Ram Charger — you know, the 318 Magnum? The beast? All indoor work, too, lots of AC. I could sleep with my wife every night, fuck her, maybe; take my kids to school every morning. And I'd run his crews, too, probably increase productivity 40 to 50%. Make $100K a year. Do you know why I don't? Because I love this job. I thank God for every fucking day he gives me in the Corps. Oorah.
  • You are a Marine. There is no such thing as speech that is free. You must pay for everything that you say.
  • You laugh, you die. Scratch your nose, you die. You shift your weight to take a piss, you will die. You want to shit, you better shit in your pants.
  • (to a reporter who heard a Marine said 'field fuck') He said 'field fun!'

PFC Dave Fowler[edit]

  • Fucker's fucked now.

Dialogue[edit]

[first lines]
Swofford: A story. A man fires a rifle for many years. and he goes to war. And afterwards he comes home, and he sees that whatever else he may do with his life, build a house, love a woman, change his son's diaper, he will always remain a Jarhead. And all the Jarheads killing and dying, they will always be me. We are still in the desert.
Drill Instructor Fitch: You are no longer black, or brown, or yellow, or red. You are now Green! You are Light Green or Dark Green! Do you understand?
Recruits: [loudly] Sir, yes, sir!
Drill Instructor Fitch: Swofford.
Swofford: Sir, yes, sir!
Drill Instructor Fitch: You the maggot whose father served in Vietnam?
Swofford: Sir, yes, sir!
Drill Instructor Fitch: Outstanding! Did he have the balls to die there?
Swofford: Sir, no, sir!
Drill Instructor Fitch: Too fucking bad! Did he ever talk about it?
Swofford: Sir, only once, sir!
Drill Instructor Fitch: Good! Then he wasn't lying! Are you eyeballing me with those baby blues? ARE YOU?!
Swofford: Sir, no, sir!
Drill Instructor Fitch: Are you in love with me, Swofford?
Swofford: Sir, no, sir!
Drill Instructor Fitch: Oh, you don't think I look good in my uniform, Swofford?
Swofford: Sir, the Drill Sergeant looks fabulous in his uniform, sir!
Drill Instructor Fitch: Oh, so you're gay then, and you love me, huh?
Swofford: Sir, I'm not gay, sir!
Drill Instructor Fitch: Do you have a girlfriend, Swofford?
Swofford: Sir, yes, sir!
Drill Instructor Fitch: Guess again, motherfucker! Jody's banging her right now. Get on your face and give me 25 for every time she gets fucked this month. Down on your face!
[Swofford does 25 push-ups]
Swofford: It was shortly after meeting Drill Instructor Fitch that I realized that joining the Marine Corps might have been a bad decision.
Drill Instructor Fitch: What in the fuck is this?
Swofford: Sir, it's the recruit's drawing of a footlocker, sir!
Drill Instructor Fitch: Jesus, Joseph, and doggie-style Mary! That a pile of dog-shit!
Swofford: Sir, the recruit's never been good at drawing, sir!
Drill Instructor Fitch: Why the fuck are you my scribe, then?! Isn't my scribe supposed to know how to draw?!
Swofford: Sir, the recruit doesn't know; the recruit thought the recruit was supposed to write, sir!
Drill Instructor Fitch: [strangling Swofford] 'Course the recruit doesn't know! The recruit doesn't know because I haven't told him! [slapping Swofford's head repeatedly] All right, cum-for-brains, show me exactly where your Skivvies and running shoes go!
Swofford: Sir, the recruit can't think while the Drill Instructor is hitting him on his head, sir!
Drill Instructor Fitch: You can't think while I'm giving you a few love taps?! How the fuck are you going to fire your rifle when grenades are going off in your face?! What the fuck are you even doing here?!
Swofford: SIR, I GOT LOST ON THE WAY TO COLLEGE, SIR!
[Drill Instructor Fitch angrily grabs Swofford's head and bangs it on the chalkboard.]

Desk clerk: Swofford. What kind of fucking name is that?
Swofford: It's English. My great-grandfather came here in the 19th century.
Desk clerk: Whatever. I'm assigning you to Golf Company. It's full of retards and fuck-ups. Maybe you can elevate the sons of bitches a little. [looks up] Or maybe not. NEXT!

Cpl Alan Troy: [mimicking Darth Vader while wearing a gas mask] Luke, come over to the dark side

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