[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.
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