Full Metal Jacket

Full Metal Jacket quotes

61 total quotes (ID: 229)

Animal Mother
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman
Marching Cadences
Multiple Characters
Private Joker


T.H.E. Rock: You're going home now.
Crazy Earl: Semper fi.
Donlon: We're mean marines, sir.
Private Eightball: Go easy, bros.
Animal Mother: Better you than me.


[Hartman is calling off assignments to the newly christened Marines]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Joker!
Private Joker: Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Forty-two-twelve, Basic Military Journalism. You gotta be shitting me, Joker! You think you're Mickey Spillane? Do you think you're some kind of ****ing 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!
[Pyle doesn't answer.]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Gomer Pyle!
Private Gomer Pyle: [now completely with-drawn, barely able to answer Hartman] Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: You forget your ****ing name? O-three-hundred, Infantry. You made it.

Note: Many of these were ad-libbed by actor and former US Marine drill instructor R. Lee Ermey. Who said that? Who the **** said that? Who's the slimy little communist shit, twinkle-toed **** down here who just signed his own death warrant? Nobody, huh? The fairy ****ing godmother said it. Out-****ing-standing. I will PT you all until you ****ing die! I'll PT you until your assholes are sucking buttermilk.

[being interviewed] I wanted to see exotic Vietnam... the crown jewel of Southeast Asia. I wanted to meet interesting and stimulating people of an ancient culture... and kill them. I wanted to be the first kid on my block to get a confirmed kill!

[jokingly] A day without blood is like a day without sunshine.

[narrating] My thoughts drift back to erect nipple wet dreams about Mary Jane Rottencrotch and the Great Homecoming **** Fantasy. I am so happy that I am alive, in one piece, and short. I'm in a world of shit... yes. But I am alive. And I am not afraid.

[narrating] Parris Island, South Carolina. The Marine Corps Training Depot. An eight-week college for the phony tough and the crazy brave.

[narrating] The dead have been covered with lime. The dead know only one thing: it is better to be alive.

Are you quitting on me? Well, are you?! Then quit you slimy ****ing walrus-looking piece of shit! Get the **** off my obstacle! Get the **** down off of my obstacle! Now! Move it! I'm gonna rip your balls off so you cannot contaminate the rest of the world! I will motivate you, Private Pyle, if it short-dicks every cannibal on the Congo!

Do you feel dizzy? Do you feel faint? Jesus H. Christ, I think you've got a hard-on!

**** you Cowboy, **** all of you assholes!

Get up here, fatboy! Quickly! Move it up! Move it up, Pyle! Move it up! You climb obstacles like old people ****. Do you know that, Private Pyle? Get up here! You're too slow! Move it, move it! Private Pyle, whatever you do, don't fall down! That would break my ****ing heart!

Hell I like you, you can come over to my house and **** my sister!

Hey Doc, where's the sniper? Doc, where's the sniper?

I'll bet you if there was some pussy up there on top of that obstacle you could get up there! Couldn't you?! ... Your ass looks like about a hundred and fifty pounds of chewed bubble gum, Pyle. Do you know that?