You Hate My Guts You Called Me a Crook Before the Devil Knows Youre Dead
Full Metal Jacket is a 1987 film that follows a group of recruits through Marine training and their tour of duty in Vietnam.
- Written and directed by Stanley Kubrick, based on the novel The Brusque-Timers by Gustav Hasford.
In Vietnam, the wind doesn't blow. It sucks. taglines
Today, yous people are no longer maggots. Today, y'all are Marines. You're part of a brotherhood. From now on, until the 24-hour interval yous die, wherever you are, every Marine is your brother. Well-nigh of you will go to Vietnam. Some of y'all will not come back. But always remember this: Marines die. That's what we're here for. But the Marine Corps lives forever and that means you live forever.
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 merely a tool. It is a difficult heart that kills. If your killer instincts are not clean and strong, yous volition hesitate at the moment of truth. You will not kill. You volition go dead Marines. And and so you lot will exist in a globe of shit. Because Marines are not immune to die without permission!
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 homo beings we will always know. After we rotate dorsum to the world, we're gonna miss non having anyone around that's worth shooting.
I am so happy that I am alive, in one slice and short. I'm in a world of shit. Yes. But I am alive. And I am not afraid.
Dialogue [edit]
- Hartman: I am Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, your senior drill teacher. From now on, you lot will speak but when spoken to, and the showtime and last words out of your filthy sewers volition be "sir." Do you maggots understand that?
- Recruits: Sir, yep, sir!
- Hartman: Bullshit! I tin't hear you lot. Audio off like you got a pair.
- Recruits: SIR, Yeah, SIR!
- Hartman: If you lot ladies get out my island, if you survive recruit training, you volition be a weapon. You will be a government minister of death, praying for war. But until that solar day, you are pukes. You are the lowest form of life on Earth. You are not even human fucking beings. You are zilch but unorganized, take hold of-asstic pieces of amphibian shit. Considering I am difficult, you will not like me. Merely the more yous hate me, the more you volition larn. I am difficult just I am fair. At that place is no racial discrimination hither. I do not look downwardly on niggers, kikes, wops, or greasers. Here, y'all are all equally worthless. And my orders are to weed out all non-hackers who do not pack the gear to serve in my love Corps!
- Joker: [under his breath, imitating John Wayne] Is that you lot, John Wayne? Is this me?
- Hartman: [hearing him] Who said that? Who the fuck said that?! [crossing toward Joker's end of the barracks] Who's the slimy little Communist shit twinkle-toed cocksucker downwards here who just signed his own death warrant? Nobody, huh? The fairy fucking godmother said it. Out-fucking-standing. I will PT yous all until you fucking die! I'll PT yous until your assholes are sucking buttermilk! [to Cowboy] Was it you lot, you scroungy little fuck, huh?!
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Yous little piece of shit, you wait like a fucking worm! I'll bet it was you!
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Joker: Sir, I said it, sir!
- Hartman: Well, no shit. What accept nosotros got here? A fucking comedian. Private Joker. I admire your honesty. Hell, I like you. Y'all can come over to my firm and fuck my sis. [punches Joker in the gut; he falls to his knees] Yous little scumbag! I got your name! I got your ass! You will not laugh! Yous will non cry! You volition acquire by the numbers! I will teach yous! Now get up! Get on your anxiety! [Joker does so] Yous had all-time un-fuck yourself, or I will unscrew your head and shit down your neck!
- Joker: Sir, aye, sir!
- Hartman: Individual Joker, why did yous bring together my beloved Corps?
- Joker: Sir, to kill, sir!
- Hartman: So yous're a killer.
- Joker: Sir, yep, sir!
- Hartman: Let me come across your war confront.
- Joker: Sir?
- Hartman: You got a war face? [gives a fierce yell] That's a state of war face! Now let me run into your state of war face! [Joker gives ane with a not-then-assuredly-fierce yell] Bullshit! You didn't convince me. Allow me see your real war face up! [Joker gives a louder, more convincing fierce yell, simply Hartman is not impressed] You don't scare me. Piece of work on it.
- Joker: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: What's your excuse?
- Cowboy: Sir, alibi for what, sir?
- Hartman: I'm asking the fuckin' questions here, Individual! Do you sympathise?
- Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Well, thank you very much! Can I be in charge for a while?
- Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Are you shook upwardly? Are you nervous?
- Cowboy: Sir, I am, sir!
- Hartman: Do I make you lot nervous?
- Cowboy: Sir!
- Hartman: "Sir" what? Are you virtually to call me an asshole?
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: How tall are you lot, Private?
- Cowboy: Sir, v-human foot-ix, sir!
- Hartman: Five-human foot-nine? I didn't know they stacked shit that loftier! You trying to squeeze an inch in on me somewhere, huh?!
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Bullshit! Information technology looks to me like the best part of you ran down the scissure of your mama's donkey and ended up as a dark-brown stain on the mattress! I think yous've been cheated! Where in the hell are y'all from anyhow, Private?
- Cowboy: Sir, Texas, sir!
- Hartman: Holy dogshit! Texas? Only steers and queers come up from Texas, Private Cowboy, and you don't much await like a steer to me, then that kinda narrows it down. Do yous suck dicks?
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Are you lot a peter-puffer?!
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: I'll bet y'all're the kinda guy that would fuck a person in the ass, and not even have the goddamn common courtesy to requite him a reach-around. I'll be watching you.
- Hartman: Left shoulder, hut! [Lawrence briefly hikes his rifle to his right shoulder and corrects himself, but Hartman notices the error, and angrily marches to him] Private Pyle, what are y'all trying to do to my beloved Corps?!
- Lawrence: Sir, I don't know, sir!
- Hartman: You are dumb, Individual Pyle, simply practise you await me to believe that you don't know left from right?!
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Then you did that on purpose; You wanna be different!
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: [slaps Private Lawrence's left cheek] What side was that, Private Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, left side, sir!
- Hartman: Are you sure, Private Pyle?!
- Lawrence: Sir, yeah, sir!
- Hartman: [slaps Private Lawrence'southward correct cheek; knocking his embrace off] What side was that, Individual Pyle?!
- Lawrence: [barely belongings it together] Sir, right side, sir!
- Hartman: Don't fuck with me again, Pyle! Pick up your fuckin' comprehend.
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Tonight, you pukes will sleep with your rifles. Y'all will give your rifle a daughter's name, because this is the merely pussy you people are going to go. 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 woods. And you will be true-blue! Port, hut! [Recruits grab their rifles] Prepare to mountain! [Recruits footstep back towards their bunks.] Mount! [Recruits apace hop onto their bunks] Port, hut! [Recruits grab their rifles and hold them up] Pray!
- Recruits: [simultaneously] This is my rifle. At that place are many similar it, but this one is mine. My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must main it as I must main my life. Without me, my rifle is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my burglarize true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him earlier 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. Nosotros are the saviors of my life. So be it, until there is no enemy, merely peace. Amen.
- Hartman: Club, hut! [Recruits lay their rifles at their sides] At ease! [shuts the lights off] Good dark, ladies.
- Recruits: Expert night, sir!
- Hartman: [to Dark Watchman] Hit it, sweetheart.
- Night Watchman: Sir, aye-aye, sir!
- Hartman: Side by side ii privates, go! Apace! [To Lawrence as he struggles on an obstacle course] Become your fat donkey over there, Private Pyle. Oh, that's right, Individual Pyle. Don't make whatever fucking effort to go upwardly to the superlative of the fucking obstacle! If God wanted you up there, He would've miracled your ass upwardly there by at present, wouldn't he?
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Go your fatty ass up there, Pyle!
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: What the Hell is the affair with you anyway? I'll bet you if there was some pussy upwards at that place on top of that obstacle...
- Lawrence: [falling off once again] Shit!
- Hartman: ...yous could go upward there, couldn't yous?
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Your ass looks like about 150 pounds of chewed bubble glue, Pyle! You lot know that?
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: [To Privates Joker and Cowboy] As soon equally you lot finish your bunks, I want you lot ii turds to clean the head.
- Joker & Cowboy: Sir, aye-aye, sir!
- Hartman: I want that head and so sanitary and squared away that the Virgin Mary herself would exist proud to go in at that place and take a dump.
- Joker & Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Private Joker, do you believe in The Virgin Mary?
- Joker: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Well, Individual Joker, I don't believe I heard you correctly.
- Joker: Sir, the private said "No, sir," sir!
- Hartman: Why, y'all lilliputian maggot; You make me wanna vomit! [Slaps Joker beyond the face up] You Goddamn communist heathen. You lot had best sound off that you lot love The Virgin Mary, or I'm gonna stomp your guts out! Now, you exercise dearest The Virgin Mary, don't you?
- Joker: Sir, negative, sir!
- Hartman: Private Joker, are you trying to offend me?
- Joker: Sir, negative, sir! Sir, the private believes that any respond he gives will be wrong, and the Senior Drill Instructor volition vanquish him harder if he reverses himself, sir!
- Hartman: Who's your squad leader, scumbag?
- Joker: Sir, the private'due south squad leader is Private Snowball, sir!
- Hartman: Individual Snowball!
- Snowball: Sir, Private Snowball reporting every bit ordered, sir!
- Hartman: Private Snowball, y'all're fired. Private Joker is promoted to team leader.
- Hartman: [inspecting recruits' finger/toenails, as they stand on their footlockers] Trim 'em. Toe jam. Pop that blister. [sees Lawrence's footlocker is not secured] Jesus H. Christ. Private Pyle, why is your footlocker unlocked?!
- Lawrence: Sir, I don't know, sir!
- Hartman: Private Pyle, if there is 1 thing in this world that I detest, it is an unlocked footlocker! You know that, don't you?!
- Lawrence: Sir, yep, sir!
- Hartman: If information technology wasn't for dickheads similar you lot, there wouldn't exist any thievery in this world, would there?!
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Get DOWN! [Lawrence steps down; Hartman opens the footlocker] Well, now! Let's just run across if in that location'due south anything missing! [rummages through it; finds a jelly donut] Holy Jesus. What is that? What the fuck is that? [holds it up in Lawrence's face up] WHAT IS THAT, PRIVATE PYLE?!
- Lawrence: Sir, a jelly donut, sir!
- Hartman: A jelly donut?!
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: How did information technology get hither?
- Lawrence: Sir, I took it from the mess hall, sir!
- Hartman: Is chow allowed in the billet, Individual Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Are you lot allowed to eat jelly donuts, Private Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: And why not, Private Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, because I'm besides heavy, sir!
- Hartman: Because y'all are a disgusting fatty body, Private Pyle!
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Then why did you lot hide a jelly donut in your footlocker, Private Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, considering I was hungry, sir!
- Hartman: Because you were hungry? [pacing the billet, all the same belongings the donut] Private Pyle has dishonored himself and dishonored the platoon! I have tried to help him, but I take failed! I take failed considering you lot have not helped me! Y'all people have not given Private Pyle the proper motivation! And so, from at present on, whenever Private Pyle fucks upwards, I volition not punish him! I will punish all of yous! And the way I encounter it, ladies, you lot owe me for one jelly doughnut! Now get on your faces! [to Lawrence] Open your mouth! [Lawrence does so and Hartman shoves the doughnut into his mouth] They're payin' for it, you eat it! [to recruits] Prepare, exercise!
- Recruits beside Pyle: [doing push-ups] 1-2-3-4! I dear Marine Corps! 1-2-three-4! I honey Marine Corps! 1-ii-3-iv! I honey Marine Corps! 1-2-3-four! I honey Marine Corps! 1-2-3-four!
- Hartman: [referring to Lee Harvey Oswald and Charles Whitman] Practice any of you lot people know where these individuals learned how to shoot? [Joker raises his paw] Individual Joker?
- Joker: [stands upwards] Sir, in the Marines, sir!
- Hartman: [impressed] In the Marines! Outstanding! Those individuals showed what one motivated Marine and his rifle tin can do! And before yous ladies leave my island, y'all will all be able to do the same thing!
- Joker: [narrating] Our last dark on the island. I describe fire lookout.
- [Joker goes into the head to find Private Lawrence sitting on a caput with his rifle and loading rounds into a magazine]
- Lawrence: [smiles eerily] Hiii... Joker.
- Joker: [alarmed] Are those... alive rounds?
- Lawrence: 7-vi-ii millimeter. Full metal jacket.
- Joker: [shaken] Leonard... if Hartman comes in hither and catches united states... nosotros'll both exist in a globe of shit.
- Lawrence: I AM... in a world... of shit! [loads the last circular into the magazine and begins drilling loudly] Left shoulder, hut! Right shoulder, hut! Lock and load! [inserts mag into the burglarize, chambers a round] Order, hut! [smartly brings the rifle down to the "club arms" position] This is my rifle! There are many like it but this one is mine! My rifle is my all-time friend! It is my life!
- [Other recruits wake up; Hartman storms out of his bedroom]
- Hartman: [to recruits] Become back in your bunks!
- Lawrence: I must master it as I must master my life! Without me, my rifle is useless!
- Hartman: [storms into the head] What is this Mickey Mouse shit?! What in the name of Jesus H. Christ are y'all animals doing in my head?! [to Joker] Why is Private Pyle out of his bunk afterward lights-out?! Why is Private Pyle belongings that weapon?! Why aren't y'all stomping Private Pyle's guts out?!
- Joker: Sir, it is the private's duty to inform the senior drill teacher that Private Pyle has a full magazine and has locked and loaded, sir!
- Hartman: [calmly and sternly, to Lawrence] At present, you listen to me, Private Pyle, and y'all listen good. I want that weapon, and I desire it at present. You will place that rifle on the deck at your feet and stride back away from it. [Lawrence insanely and eerily smiles, and aims at Hartman'southward chest] [angrily bellowing] WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION, NUMBNUTS?! DIDN'T MOMMY AND DADDY Prove YOU Plenty Attending WHEN You WERE A Kid?! [shoots and kills him, and so swings the barrel slowly upwards toward Joker]
- Joker: Easy, Leonard. Get like shooting fish in a barrel, man. [Lawrence lowers it, sits on a head, and puts the muzzle in his mouth] [alarmed] NO!! [Lawrence pulls the trigger, killing himself and splattering his brains across the wall]
- Da Nang Hooker: Hey, babe. You lot got girlfriend Vietnam?
- Joker: Non only this infinitesimal.
- Hooker: Well, baby, me and so horny. Me so horny! Me love you long time. Y'all political party?
- Joker: Yeah, we might party. How much?
- [Helicopter Door Gunner opens fire, and Rafterman is uncomfortably nauseous]
- Door Gunner: Get some! Become some! [continues firing] Go some! Get some! Yeah! Yeah! Go some! Get some! Come on! Come on! [continues firing] Become some! [continues firing] Ha-ha! Get some, baby! Get some! Become some! Become some! Go some! Get some! Come on! Go it! Come up on! Become some! Become some! Aye-yeah-yeah! I've got you lot, mother! [stops firing] Ha-ha! [looks at Joker and Raftman] Anyone who runs is a VC! Anyone who stands nevertheless is a well-disciplined VC! [laughs] Yous guys oughta do a story about me sometime!
- Joker: Why should nosotros exercise a story most you?!
- Door Gunner: 'Crusade I'm and then fuckin' good! That ain't no shit, neither! I've washed got me 157 dead gooks killed. And 50 water buffaloes, too! Them're all certified!
- Joker: Any women or children?!
- Door Gunner: Sometimes!
- Joker: How tin you shoot women and children?!
- [Rafterman gags in disgust]
- Door Gunner: Easy! You just don't lead 'em so much! [laughs] Ain't state of war Hell?
- Colonel: Marine, what is that push on your torso armor?
- Joker: A peace symbol, sir.
- Colonel: Where'd yous go information technology?
- Joker: I don't remember, sir.
- Colonel: What is that you've got written on your helmet?
- Joker: "Built-in to kill", sir.
- Colonel: You write "born to kill" on your helmet, and you habiliment a peace push button. What's that supposed to be, some kind of sick joke?
- Joker: No, sir.
- Colonel: What is it supposed to mean?
- Joker: I don't know, sir.
- Colonel: Y'all don't know very much, do y'all?
- Joker: No, sir.
- Colonel: Yous better get your head and your ass wired together, or I volition take a giant shit on you.
- Joker: Yeah, sir.
- Colonel: Now reply my question, or you'll be standing tall before the man.
- Joker: I think I was trying to suggest something about the duality of man, sir.
- Colonel: The what?
- Joker: The duality of man; The Jungian thing, sir.
- Colonel: Whose side are you on, son?
- Joker: Our side, sir.
- Colonel: Don't y'all love your country?
- Joker: Yeah, sir.
- Colonel: Then how 'tour getting with the plan? Why don't you leap on the team and come up on in for the big win?
- Joker: Yes, sir.
- Colonel: Son, all I've always asked of my Marines is for them to obey my orders as they would the word of God. We are here to assist the Vietnamese, because inside every gook, there is an American trying to exit. It'due south a hard-ball world, son. We've gotta effort to keep our heads until this peace craze blows over.
- Joker: [salutes] Yeah-aye, sir.
Taglines [edit]
- In Vietnam, the wind doesn't blow. It sucks.
- Vietnam can impale me, just information technology tin't make me care.
Cast [edit]
- Matthew Modine - Private Joker / J.T. Davis
- Vincent D'Onofrio - Individual Gomer Pyle / Leonard Lawrence
- R. Lee Ermey - Gunnery Sergeant Hartman
- Adam Baldwin - Animate being Mother
- Dorian Harewood - Private Eightball
- Arliss Howard - Private Cowboy
- Kevyn Major Howard - Rafterman
- Ed O'Ross - Lieutenant Touchdown / Walter J. Schinoski
- John Terry - Lieutenant Lockhart
- Kieron Jecchinis - Crazy Earl
- Kirk Taylor - Payback
- Peter Edmund - Private Snowball
- Tim Colceri - Doorgunner
- Gil Kopel - Stork
External links [edit]
- Full Metal Jacket quotes
- Full Metal Jacket quotes at the Net Movie Database
- Full Metal Jacket at Rotten Tomatoes
You Hate My Guts You Called Me a Crook Before the Devil Knows Youre Dead
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