Full Metal Jacket quotes

View Quote Well, if you ask me, uh, we're shooting the wrong g**ks.

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

View Quote Private Cowboy: You know there's not a single horse in the entire country of Vietnam? There's definitely something wrong with that.

View Quote Private Cowboy: I think what she's trying to say is that you black boys pack too much meat.

View Quote Door Gunner: Anyone who runs is a V.C.! Anyone who stands still... is a well-disciplined V.C.!

View Quote Private Eightball: What we have here, little yellow sister, is a magnificent specimen of pure Alabama Blacksnake. But it ain't too goddamned beaucoup.

View Quote Private Eightball: [being interviewed] Personally, I think, uh... they don't really want to be involved in this war. You know, I mean... they sort of took away our freedom and gave it to the, to the gookers, you know. But they don't want it. They'd rather be alive than free, I guess. Poor dumb bas****.

View Quote Private Eightball: Believe it or not, but under fire, Animal Mother can be a wonderful human being. All he needs is somebody throwing hand grenades at him for the rest of his life.

View Quote Private Payback: Joker ain't never been in the shit. He thinks "The Bad Bush" is between old mama-san's legs.

View Quote Private Cowboy: [after the recruits have administered a "blanket party" on Private Pyle] Remember, its just a bad dream, fat boy.

View Quote Marines: This is my rifle. There are many 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 my enemy, we are the saviors of my life. So be it, until there is no enemy, but peace. Amen.

View Quote Door Gunner: Get some! Get some! Get some, get some! Yeah, YEAH! C'mon, C'mon! Get some! [whilst shooting wildly at civilians]

View Quote Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I am Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, your senior drill instructor. From now on, you will speak only when spoken to, and the first and last words out of your filthy sewers will be "Sir!" Do you maggots understand that?
Recruits: [in unison] Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit! I can't hear you. Sound off like you got a pair.
Recruits: [louder] Sir, yes, sir!

View Quote Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: What's your name, s****bag?
Private Snowball: Sir, Private Brown, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit! From now on you're Private Snowball! Do you like that name?
Private Snowball: Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Well, there's one thing you won't like, Private Snowball! They don't serve fried chicken and watermelon on a daily basis in my mess hall!

View Quote Private Stork: Hey, Payback, how do you stop three black dudes from raping a white chick?
Private Payback: **** you, Stork.
Private Stork: Throw them a basketball!