Recruits quotes from Full Metal Jacket (1987)

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?

Sir, yes, sir!

Bullshit! I can't hear you. Sound off like you got a pair.

Sir, yes, sir!

Mama and Papa were laying in bed...

Mama and Papa were laying in bed...

Mama rolled over this is what she said.

Mama rolled over this is what she said.

A gimme some...

Gimme some...

PT!

PT!

Good for you...

Good for you.

Good for me...

Good for me.

Mmm good...

Mmm good.

Up in the morning to the rising sun.

Up in the morning to the rising sun.

Gotta run all day till the running's done!

Gotta run all day till the running's done!

Ho Chi Minh is a son-of-a-bitch!

Ho Chi Minh is a son-of-a-bitch!

Got the blueballs, crabs and the seven-year-itch!

Got the blueballs, crabs and the seven-year-itch!

I don't know but I been told...

I don't know but I been told...

Eskimo pussy is mighty cold.

Eskimo pussy is mighty cold.

MMM, good...

MMM, good...

Feels Good

Feels Good

Is Good

Is Good

Real Good

Real good

Tastes Good

Tastes good

Mighty Good

Mighty good

Good for you

Good for you

Good for me

Good for me

This is my rifle.

This is my gun.

This is for fighting.

This is for fun.

I don't want no teenage queen

I don't want no teenage queen

I just want my M-14

I just want my M-14

If I die in the combat zone

If I die in the combat zone

Box me up and ship me home

Box me up and ship me home

Pin my medals upon my chest

Pin my medals upon my chest

Tell my mom I've done my best

Tell my mom I've done my best

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 purty pink panties are over! You're married to this piece, this weapon of iron and wood, and you will be faithful! Port, hut! [Recruits grab their rifles] Prepare to mount! [Recruits step back towards their bunks.] Mount! [Recruits quickly hop onto their bunks] Port, hut! [Recruits grab their rifles and hold them up] Pray!

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 our enemy. We are the saviors of my life. So be it, until there is no enemy, but peace. Amen.

Order, hut! [Recruits lay their rifles at their sides] At ease! [shuts the lights off] Good night, ladies.

Good night, sir!

Hit it, sweetheart.

Sir, aye-aye, sir!