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Full Metal Jacket
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| Sergeant Hartman : | There is no racial bigotry here.
I do not look down on niggers, kikes, wops or greasers. Here, you are all equally worthless. |
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| Sergeant Hartman : | How tall are you, private? |
| Cowboy : | Sir, five-foot-nine, sir! |
| Sergeant Hartman : | Five-foot-nine, I didn't know they stacked shit that high. |
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| Sergeant Hartman : | Who said that? Who the fuck said that? Who's the slimy
communist shit twinkle-toed cocksucker who just signed his own death warrant? |
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| Sergeant Hartman : | Were you born worthless, or did you have to work at it? |
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| Sergeant Hartman : | I bet you're the kind of guy that would fuck a person
in the ass and not even have the god damned common courtesy to give him a reach around. |
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| Sergeant Hartman : | Private Pyle, you are so ugly, you are uglier than
a modern art masterpiece. |
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| Sergeant Hartman : | 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? |
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| Sergeant Hartman : | Private Pyle I'm gonna give you three seconds, exactly
three fuckin' seconds, to wipe that stupid lookin' grin off your face or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull fuck you! |
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| Sergeant Hartman : | Bullshit! 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. |
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| Sergeant Hartman : | Pyle, you had best unfuck yourself and start shitting
me Tiffany cufflinks or I definitely fuck you up! |
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| Sergeant Hartman : | Pyle, you climb obstacles like old people fuck! |
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| Sergeant Hartman : | 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 pretty pink panties are over! |
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| Sergeant Hartman : | Marine, what is that button on your body armor? |
| Joker : | A peace symbol, sir. |
| Sergeant Hartman : | Where'd you get it? |
| Joker : | I don't remember, sir. |
| Sergeant Hartman : | What is that you've got written on your helmet? |
| Joker : | "Born to Kill," sir. |
| Sergeant Hartman : | 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?! |
| Joker : | No, sir. |
| Sergeant Hartman : | You'd better get your head and your ass wired together,
or I will take a giant shit on you! |
| Joker : | Yes, sir. |
| Sergeant Hartman : | Now answer my question or you'll be standing tall
before the man. |
| Joker : | I think I was trying to suggest something about the
duality of man, sir. |
| Sergeant Hartman : | The what? |
| Joker : | The duality of man. The Jungian thing, sir. |
| Sergeant Hartman : | Whose side are you on, son? |
| Joker : | Our side, sir. |
| Sergeant Hartman : | Don't you love your country? |
| Joker : | Yes, sir. |
| Sergeant Hartman : | Then how about getting with the program? Why don't
you jump on the team and come on in for the big win? |
| Joker : | Yes, sir! |
| Sergeant Hartman : | Son, all I've ever asked of my marines is that they
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 hardball world, son. We've gotta keep our heads until this peace craze blows over. |
| Joker : | Aye-aye, sir. |
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| Sergeant Hartman : | Hell I like you, you can come over to my house and fuck my sister. |
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| Eightball : | What we have here, little yellow sister, is a magnificent
specimen of pure Alabama Blacksnake. But it ain't too goddamned beau coup. |
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