Full Metal Jacket (1987)
Vincent D'Onofrio: Pvt. Pyle
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Quotes
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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Did your parents have any children that lived?
Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, yes, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : I bet they regret that. You're so ugly you could be a modern art masterpiece! What's your name fat body?
Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, Leonard Lawrence, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Lawrence? Lawrence what... of Arabia?
Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, no, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : That name sounds like royalty. Are you royalty?
Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, no, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Do you suck dicks?
Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, no, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Bullshit. I bet you could suck a golf ball through a garden hose.
Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, no, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : I don't like the name Lawrence, only faggots and sailors are called Lawrence. From now on you're Gomer Pyle.
Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, yes, sir.
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Private Joker : Are those... live rounds?
Private Gomer Pyle : Seven-six-two millimeter. Full metal jacket.
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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Private Joker, do you believe in the Virgin Mary?
Private Joker : Sir, no, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Well, well, Private Joker, I don't believe I heard you correctly!
Private Joker : Sir, the private said "no, sir," sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Why you little maggot, you make me want to vomit!
[slaps Joker]
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?
Private Joker : Sir, NEGATIVE, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Private Joker, are you trying to offend me?
Private Joker : Sir, NEGATIVE, sir! Sir, the private believes 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 : Who's your squad leader, scumbag?
Private Joker : Sir, the squad leader is Private Snowball, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Private Snowball!
Private Snowball : Sir, Private Snowball reporting as ordered, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Private Snowball, you're fired. Private Joker's promoted to squad leader.
Private Snowball : Sir, aye-aye, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Disappear, scumbag!
Private Snowball : Sir, aye-aye, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Private Pyle!
Private Gomer Pyle : Private Pyle reporting as ordered, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Private Pyle, Private Joker is your new squad leader, and you will bunk with him! He'll teach you everything, he'll teach you how to pee!
Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Private Joker is silly and he's ignorant, but he's got guts, and guts is enough in my beloved Corps! Now, you ladies carry on.
Private Joker , Private Gomer Pyle : [together] Sir, aye-aye, sir!
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Private Joker : Leonard, if Hartman comes in here and catches us, we'll both be in a world of shit.
Private Gomer Pyle : I *am*... in a world... of shit.
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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : [as Joker checks and then holds up his rifle for inspection, Hartman takes the rifle and proceeds to inspect it] What's your sixth general order?
Private Joker : Sir! The private's sixth general order is to receive and to obey -- and to pass on to the sentry who relieves me -- all orders from the CO, from the OD, from any and all other officers, and from NCOs of the guard! Sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : [CUTTING-ROOM FLOOR-LINE] What's this weapon's name, Private Joker?
Private Joker : [CUTTING-ROOM FLOOR-LINE] Sir! The private's weapon's name is the Bitch, sir!
[Hartman angrily passes back the rifle]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : [CUTTING-ROOM FLOOR-LINE] You slimy piece of shit, that's no way to talk to your rifle! Now get on your face and give me 25!
Private Joker : Twenty-five! Yes, sir!
[while Joker executes the push-ups, Hartman approaches Pyle who holds up his own rifle]
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?
Private Gomer Pyle : Sir! The private's fifth general order is to quit my post only when properly relieved, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : What's this weapon's name, Private Pyle?
Private Gomer Pyle : 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.
Private Gomer Pyle : Sir! Yes, sir!
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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Holy Jesus! What is that? What the fuck is that? WHAT IS THAT, PRIVATE PYLE?
Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, a jelly doughnut, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : A jelly doughnut?
Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : How did it get here?
Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, I took it from the mess hall, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Is chow allowed in the barracks, Private Pyle?
Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, no, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Are you allowed to eat jelly doughnuts, Private Pyle?
Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, no, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : And why not, Private Pyle?
Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, because I'm too heavy, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Because you are a disgusting fat body, Private Pyle!
Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Then why did you try to sneak a jelly doughnut in your footlocker, Private Pyle?
Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, because I was hungry, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Because you were hungry...
[turns and addresses rest of platoon]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : 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]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Open your mouth!
[shoves jelly doughnut into PYLE's mouth]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : They're payin' for it; YOU eat it! Ready! Exercise!
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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : [calling out to platoon] Left shoulder, hut!
[Pyle accidentally puts his rifle on his right shoulder, then corrects quickly, but not before Hartman sees it. He walks up on him]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Private Pyle, what are you trying to do to my beloved Corps?
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?
Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, no, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Then you did that on purpose! You wanna be different!
Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, no, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : [slaps Pyle hard on the left hand side of his face] What side was that, Private Pyle?
Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, left side, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : [shouts] Are you sure, Private Pyle?
Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, yes, 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!
Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, yes, sir!
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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Do you think I'm cute, Private Pyle? Do you think I'm funny?
Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, no, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Then wipe that disgusting grin off your face.
Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, yes, sir.
[tries to stop smiling]
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! ONE! TWO! THREE!
Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, I can't help it, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Bullshit! Get on your knees scumbag!
[Pyle drops down to his knees]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Now choke yourself.
[Pyle wraps his own hands around his throat]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Goddamn it, with MY hand, numb-nuts!
[Pyle reaches for Hartman's hand]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Don't pull my fucking hand over there! I said choke yourself; now lean forward and choke yourself!
[Pyle does so]
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.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Bullshit, I STILL can't hear you! Sound off like you've got a pair!
Private Gomer Pyle : SIR, YES, SIR!
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!
Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, yes, sir.
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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Pickett!
Pickett : Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : 0300. Infantry. Toe Jam!
Toe Jam : Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : 0300. Infantry. Adams!
Adams : Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : 1800. Engineers. You go out and find mines. Cowboy!
Private Cowboy : Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : 0300. Infantry. Taylor!
Taylor : Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : 0300. Infantry. Joker!
Private Joker : Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : 4212. 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. Christ! You're not a writer. You're a killer!
Private Joker : A killer, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Gomer Pyle. GOMER PYLE!
Private Gomer Pyle : [staring into space] Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : You forget your fuckin' name? 0300. Infantry. You made it.
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Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : [after discovering Private Pyle's unlocked footlocker] Jesus H Christ. 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?
Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, yes, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : If it wasn't for dickheads like you, there wouldn't be any thievery in this world, would there?
Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, no, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : GET DOWN!
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[at the Firing Range, Pvt. Pyle is shooting at the targets, doing an impressive job while Hartman watches]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman : Outstanding, Private Pyle. I think we finally found something that you do well.
Private Gomer Pyle : Sir, yes, sir!
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Gny. Sgt. Hartman : Your ass looks like about a hundred and fifty pounds of chewed bubble gum, Pyle. Do you know that?
Pvt. Pyle : Sir, yes, sir!
