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All the sounds retain their original copyright as owned by their respective movie production companies read the full disclaimer. Who said that? Top rated lines from this movie Drop your cocks and grab your socks. Do you mean to tell me that you cannot do one single pull-up? Private Joker : Twenty-five! Yes, sir! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : How many counts in that movement you just executed? Private Gomer Pyle : [hard and firm tone] Sir! Four counts, sir! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : What's the idea of looking down in the chamber?

Private Gomer Pyle : Sir! That is to guarantee that the private is not giving the inspecting officer a loaded weapon, sir! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : What's your fifth general order? The private's fifth general order is to quit my post only when properly relieved, sir! The private's weapon's name is Charlene, sir! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Private Pyle, you are definitely born again hard!

Hell, I may even allow you to serve as a rifleman in my beloved Corps. Do you think I'm funny? Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Then wipe that disgusting grin off your face. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Well, any fucking time, sweetheart! Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, I'm trying, sir. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Private Pyle I'm gonna give you three seconds; exactly three-fucking-seconds to wipe that stupid looking grin off your face or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-fuck you! Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, I can't help it, sir.

Get on your knees scumbag! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Now choke yourself. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Don't pull my fucking hand over there!

I said choke yourself; now lean forward and choke yourself! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Are you through grinning? Private Gomer Pyle : [gagging] Sir, yes, sir. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Bullshit, I can't hear you! Private Gomer Pyle : [louder] Sir, yes, sir. Sound off like you've got a pair! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : That's enough! Get on your feet. Private Pyle you had best square your ass away and start shitting me Tiffany cufflinks or I will definitely fuck you up!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : 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! Or I'm going to rip your balls off, so you cannot contaminate the rest of the world! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : [calling out to platoon] Left shoulder, hut! He walks up on him]. Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, I don't know, sir! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : You are dumb, Private Pyle, but do you expect me to believe that you don't know left from right? Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Then you did that on purpose!

You wanna be different! Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, left side, sir! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : [slaps him hard again, this time on right side of his face, knocking his hat off; shouts] What side was that, Private Pyle?

Private Gomer Pyle : [nearly in tears] Sir, right side, sir! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Don't fuck with me again, Pyle! Pick up your fuckin' cover! None of you dumbasses knows? Private Cowboy? Private Cowboy : Sir, he was that guy who shot all those people from that tower in Austin, Texas, sir! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : That's affirmative.

Charles Whitman killed twelve people from a twenty-eight-story observation tower at the University of Texas from distances up to four hundred yards. Anybody know who Lee Harvey Oswald was? Private Snowball? Private Snowball : Sir, he shot Kennedy, sir! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : That's right, and do you know how far away he was? Private Snowball : Sir, it was pretty far! From that book suppository building, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : All right, knock it off! Two hundred and fifty feet! He was two hundred and fifty feet away and shooting at a moving target. Oswald got off three rounds with an old Italian bolt action rifle in only six seconds and scored two hits, including a head shot!

Do any of you people know where these individuals learned to shoot? Private Joker? Private Joker : Sir, in the Marines, sir! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : In the Marines! Those individuals showed what one motivated marine and his rifle can do! And before you ladies leave my island, you will be able to do the same thing! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Pickett! Pickett : Sir, yes, sir! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Toe Jam! Toe Jam : Sir, yes, sir! Adams : Sir, yes, sir! You go out and find mines.

Private Cowboy : Sir, yes, sir! Taylor : Sir, yes, sir! Private Joker : Sir, yes, sir! Basic Military Journalism. You gotta be shittin' me, Joker. You think you're Mickey Spillane?

You think you're some kind of a fuckin' writer? Private Joker : Sir, I wrote for my high school newspaper, sir! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Jesus H. You're not a writer. You're a killer! Private Joker : A killer, yes, sir! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Gomer Pyle.

Private Gomer Pyle : [staring into space] Sir, yes, sir! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : You forget your fuckin' name? You made it. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Are you shook up? Are you nervous? Private Cowboy : Sir, I am, sir. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Do I make you nervous? Private Cowboy : Sir? Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : "Sir" what? Were you about to call me an asshole? 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? Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : If it wasn't for dickheads like you, there wouldn't be any thievery in this world, would there? Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Private Pyle, your ass looks like about a hundred and fifty pounds of chewed bubblegum! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Get your fat ass up there!

I'll bet if there was some pussy up there you would get up there, wouldn't you? Private Pyle : Sir, yes sir! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Do you feel dizzy? Do you feel faint! Jesus H. I think you've got a hard-on! Joker is doing pull-ups. Hartman counts them off]. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : One for the Commandant! One for the Corps! Come on Joker, pull!

Joker can't complete another pull-up]. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : I guess the Corps don't get theirs! Joker moves on. Pyle steps up to the bar]. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Get up there, fat boy! Pyle tries with all his might, but cannot do a single pull-up]. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Come on, Pyle!

You mean to tell me you can't do one single pull up Pyle? You are a worthless piece of shit, Pyle! Get outta my face! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : As soon as your bunks are done, I want you two turds to clean the head. Joker and Cowboy : Sir, yes, sir. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : I want that head so sanitary and squared-away that the Virgin Mary herself would be proud to go in and take a dump.

It looks to me like the best part of you ran down the crack of your mama's ass and ended up as a brown stain on the mattress. Pyle is shooting at the targets, doing an impressive job while Hartman watches]. I think we finally found something that you do well. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Come on, guys. Didn't Mommy and Daddy show you enough attention when you were a child? Tonight, you men 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 ol' Mary J. Rottencrotch through her pertty pink panties are over! You're married to this piece. This weapon of iron and wood.

And you will be faithful. It looks to me like the best part of you ran down the crack of your mama's ass and ended up as a brown stain on the mattress. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Who said that? Who the fuck said that? Who's the slimy little communist shit, twinkle-toed cocksucker down here who just signed his own death warrant?

Nobody, huh? The fairy fucking godmother said it. I will PT you all until you fucking die. I'll PT you until your assholes are sucking buttermilk. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Was it you, you scroungy little fuck, huh? Private Cowboy: Sir, no Sir! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: You little piece of shit you look like a fucking worm, I bet it was you. Private Joker: Sir, I said it, Sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Well, no shit. What do we have here, a fucking comedian! Private, Joker!