I must shoot straighter than my enemy, who is trying to kill me. I must master it as I must master my life. There are many others like it, but this one is mine. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Prepare to mount! Your days of finger-banging ol' Mary-Jane Rottencrotch through her pretty pink panties are over! You're married to this piece. You will give your rifle a girl's name because this is the only pussy you people are going to get. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Tonight, you pukes will sleep with your rifles. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Disappear, scumbag! Private Joker's promoted to squad leader. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Snowball, you're fired. Private Snowball: Sir, Private Snowball reporting as ordered, sir! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Snowball! Private Joker: Sir, the squad leader is Private Snowball, sir! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Who's your squad leader, scumbag? Private Joker: Sir, NEGATIVE, sir! Sir, the private belives any answer he gives will be wrong and the Senior Drill Instructor will only beat him harder if he reverses himself, SIR! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Joker, are you trying to offend me? Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: You Goddamn communist heathen, you had best sound off that you love the Virgin Mary, or I'm gonna stomp your guts out! Now you DO love the Virgin Mary, don't ya? Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Why you little maggot, you make me want to vomit! Private Joker: Sir, the private said "no, sir," sir! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Well, well, Private Joker, I don't believe I heard you correctly! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Joker, do you believe in the Virgin Mary? And my orders are to weed out all non-hackers who do not pack the gear to serve in my beloved Corps. I do not look down on niggers, kikes, wops or greasers. But the more you hate me, the more you will learn. You are nothing but unorganized grabastic pieces of amphibian shit! Because I am hard, you will not like me. You are the lowest form of life on Earth.
You will be a minister of death praying for war. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: If you ladies leave my island, if you survive recruit training, you will be a weapon. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit I can't hear you. From now on you will speak only when spoken to, and the first and last words out of your filthy sewers will be "Sir". Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I am Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, your senior drill instructor.
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