Most of you will go to Vietnam! Some of you will NOT COME BACK! But, always remember this - the Marine Corps lives FOREVER! And, that means you will live FOREVER!
[Recruits]:[In unison in a normal speaking tone] Sir, yes Sir.
[Recruits]:[In unison, much louder] SIR, YES SIR!
[tries to stop smiling]
[Pyle drops down to his knees]Now choke yourself.
[Pyle wraps his own hands around his throat]Goddamn it, with MY hand, numb-nuts!
[Pyle reaches for Hartman's hand]Don't pull my fucking hand over there! I said choke yourself; now lean forward and choke yourself!
[Pyle does so]Are you through grinning?[gagging] Sir, yes, sir.[louder] Sir, yes, sir.
[Recruits grabs their rifles]Prepare to mount!
[Recruits step back towards their bunks]Mount!
[Recruits quickly hop onto their bunks]Port, hut!
[Recruits grabs their rifles and holds them up]Pray![Recruits]:[chanting] This is my rifle. There are many others 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.
[Recruits puts the guns at their sides]At ease! Good night, ladies.[Recruits]:Good night, sir![to the watchman] Hit it, sweetheart.
[scoffs]You'd better flush out your head, new guy. This isn't about freedom; this is a slaughter. If I'm gonna get my balls blown off for a word, my word is "poontang".
[Gunnery Sgt. Hartman walks toward Pvt. Pyle; Pyle holds up his rifle][hard and firm tone] Sir, four counts, sir!
[slaps Joker]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?
[Animal Mother]:Hey, we''ll let the gooks play the Indians.
[Marines]:I don't know but I been told...
[Marines]:Eskimo pussy is mighty cold.
[turns and addresses rest of platoon]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!
[rest of recruits get in front-leaning-rest position, Hartman turns to Pyle]Open your mouth!
[shoves jelly doughnut into PYLE's mouth]They're payin' for it; YOU eat it! Ready! Exercise!
[after discovering Private Pyle's unlocked footlocker]Jesus H Christ. Private Pyle, why is your footlocker unlocked?
[Pyle accidentally puts his rifle on his right shoulder, then corrects quickly, but not before Hartman sees it. He walks up on him]Private Pyle, what are you trying to do to my beloved Corps?[slaps Pyle hard on the left hand side of his face] What side was that, Private Pyle?[shouts] Are you sure, Private Pyle?[slaps him hard again, this time on right side of his face, knocking his hat off; shouts]
What side was that, Private Pyle?[nearly in tears] Sir, right side, sir!
[Pvt. Joker can't complete another pull-up]I guess the Corps don't get theirs!
[Pvt. Joker moves on. Pvt. Pyle steps up to the bar]Get up there, fat boy!
[Pvt. Pyle tries with all his might, but cannot do a single pull-up]Come on, Pyle! Pull! Pull! 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!
[Marines]:[singing] M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E. Who's the leader of the club that's made for you and me? M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E. We were sparked from coast to coast and far across the sea. M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E. Mickey Mouse. Mickey Mouse. Forever let us hold our banner high. High. High. High. High. We play fair but we work hard and we're in harmony. M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E. Hey there! Hi there! Ho there! You're as welcome as can be. M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E. Mickey Mouse. Mickey Mouse. Forever let us hold our banner high. High. High. High. High. Boys and girls from far and near are welcome as can be. M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E. Come along and sing a song you're welcome as can be. M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E. Mickey Mouse...
[Gunnery Sgt. Hartman grabs Pvt. Cowboy by the shirt]Was it you, you scroungy little fuck, huh?
[Gunnery Sgt. Hartman punches Pvt. Joker in the stomach]You little scumbag! I got your name! I got your ass! You will not laugh! You will not cry! You will learn by the numbers. I will teach you! Now get up! Get on your feet! You had best unfuck yourself or I will unscrew your head and shit down your neck![nervously] Sir?[Screaming] AHHHHHHHHHHH!
[Animal Mother opens fire]Goddam it! No! Goddamit cease fire! You can't see the sniper!
[Runs out in the open to save Eightball]
[the Lusthog Squad opens fire]
[grabbing his crotch]This is my gun.
[Marines]:This is for fighting.[Marines]:[grabbing their crotches] This is for fun.
[laughs]This baby-san looks like she can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch.