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?

Da Nang Hooker: Hey, you got girlfriend Vietnam? .... Me so horny. Me love you long time.

Get up here, fatboy! Quickly! Move it up! Move it up, Pyle! Move it up! You climb obstacles like old people fuck. 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 fucking heart!

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

Were you born a fat slimy scumbag, puke piece of shit, Private Pyle? Or did you have to work on it?

The deadliest weapon in the world is a Marine and his rifle. It is your killer instinct which must be harnessed if you expect to survive in combat. Your rifle is only a tool. It is a hard heart that kills. If your killer instincts are not clean and strong you will hesitate at the moment of truth. You will not kill. You will become dead Marines. And then you will be in a world of shit. Because Marines are not allowed to die without permission! Do you maggots understand?

Tonight... you pukes will sleep with your rifles! You will give your rifle a girl's name! Because this is the only pussy you people are going to get! Your days of finger-banging old Mary Jane Rottencrotch through her pretty pink panties are over! You're married to this piece, this weapon of iron and wood! And you will be faithful!

Crazy Earl: These are great days we're living, bros. We are jolly green giants, walking the Earth with guns. These people we wasted here today are the finest human beings we will ever know. After we rotate back to the world, we're gonna miss not having anyone around that's worth shooting.

Is that you John Wayne? Is this me?

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

Animal Mother: You a photographer?
Sergeant Joker: I'm a combat correspondent.
Animal Mother: Well you seen much combat?
Sergeant Joker: I've seen a little on TV.
Animal Mother: You're a real comedian.
Sergeant Joker: Well they call me the Joker.
Animal Mother: Well I got a joke for you. I'm gonna tear you a new asshole.
Sergeant Joker: Well pilgrim, only after you eat the peanuts out of my shit.
Animal Mother: You talk the talk. Do you walk the walk?

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

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.

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Mama and Papa were laying in bed...
Recruits:Mama and Papa were laying in bed...
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:Mama rolled over this is what she said.
Recruits: Mama rolled over this is what she said.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: A gimme some...
Recruits: Gimme some...
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: PT!
Recruits: PT!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Good for you...
Recruits: Good for you.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Good for me...
Recruits: Good for me.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Mmm good...
Recruits: Mmm good.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Up in the morning to the rising sun.
Recruits: Up in the morning to the rising sun.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Gotta run all day till the running's done!
Recruits: Gotta run all day till the running's done!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Ho Chi Minh is a son-of-a-bitch!
Recruits: Ho Chi Minh is a son-of-a-bitch!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Got the blueballs, crabs and the seven-year-itch!
Recruits: Got the blueballs, crabs and the seven-year-itch!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I don't know but I been told...
Recruits: I don't know but I been told...
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Eskimo pussy is mighty cold.
Recruits: Eskimo pussy is mighty cold.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: MMM, good...
Recruits: MMM, good...
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Feels Good
Recruits: Feels Good
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Is Good
Recruits: Is Good
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Real Good
Recruits: Real good
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Tastes Good
Recruits: Tastes good
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Mighty Good
Recruits: Mighty good
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Good for you
Recruits: Good for you
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:Good for me
Recruits: Good for me
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: [Chanting] This is my rifle.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: [Grabbing his crotch] This is my gun.
Recruits: This is for fighting.
Recruits: [Grabbing their crotches] This is for fun.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I don't want no teenage queen
Recruits: I don't want no teenage queen
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I just want my M-14
Recruits: I just want my M-14
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: If I die in the combat zone
Recruits: If I die in the combat zone
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Box me up and ship me home
Recruits: Box me up and ship me home
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Pin my medals upon my chest
Recruits: Pin my medals upon my chest
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Tell my mom I've done my best
Recruits: Tell my mom I've done my best

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: What's your name, scumbag?
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!