From Gomer Pile To Sgt Hartman 60+ Full Metal Jacket Quotes

Stanley Kubrick’s Full Metal Jacket is a cult classic film and arguably his best work. The strong characters are memorable, each in their own way. R Lee Ermey stars as Gunnery Sergeant Hartman who supplies the majority of the most memorable quotes while Vincent D’ Onofrio brings the role of Private Leonard “Gomer Pyle” Lawrence to life. Kubrick’s film based on the Vietnam War is full of drama as well as darkly funny scenes. This film addresses the lasting effects on the soldiers who served during this incredibly violent war. These quotes show Kubrick’s cinematic fearlessness and we’re sure you’ll find an inspirational quote for every intense situation in your life.

What is your major malfunction, numbnuts? Didn’t Mommy and Daddy show you enough attention when you were a child?

I bet you’re the kind of guy that would f**k a person in the *ss and not even have the g*dd*mn common courtesy to give him a reach-around. I’ll be watching you.

I hate Da Nang, Joker. I want to go out into the field. I’ve been in this country almost three months, and all I do is take handshake shots at awards ceremonies.

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 g**kers, you know. But they don’t want it. They’d rather be alive than free, I guess. Poor dumb bastards.

The dead have been covered with lime. The dead only know one thing. It is better to be alive.

Git some! Git some! Git some, yeah, yeah, yeah! Anyone who runs, is a VC. Anyone who stands still, is a well-disciplined VC! You guys oughta do a story about me sometime!

If it wasn’t for d-ckheads like you, there wouldn’t be any thievery in this world, would there?

I will give you three seconds, exactly three f*cking secinds, to wipe that stupid grin off your face, or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-f*ck you!

bullsh*t! Get on your knees, scumbag! Now choke yourself! g*dd*mn it, with my hand, numbnuts!! Don’t pull my f*cking hand over there! I said choke yourself! Now lean forward and choke yourself!

You’re so ugly you could be a modern art masterpiece!

I wanted to see exotic Vietnam… the crown jewel of Southeast Asia. I wanted to meet interesting and stimulating people of an ancient culture… and kill them. I wanted to be the first kid on my block to get a confirmed kill!

Get up here, fatboy! Quickly! Move it up! Move it up, Pyle! Move it up! You climb obstacles like old people f*ck. 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 f*cking heart! Quickly! Up and over! Up and over! Well, what in the f*ck are you waiting for, Private Pyle? Get up and over! Move it, move it, move it! Are you quitting on me? Well, are you! Then quit you slimy f*cking walrus-looking piece of sh*t! Get the f*ck off my obstacle! Get the f*ck down off of my obstacle! Now! Move it! I’m gonna rip your balls off so you cannot contaminate the rest of the world! I will motivate you, Private Pyle, if it short-dicks every cannibal on the Congo!

Believe it or not, but under fire, Animal Mother can be a wonderful human being. All he needs is somebody throwing grenades at him ’til the end of his life.

Gunnery Sgt. Hartman: “Holy Jesus! What is that? What the f-ck is that?! What is that, Pvt. Pyle?!”
Pvt. Pyle: “Sir, a jelly doughnut, sir!”
Gunnery Sgt. Hartman: “A jelly doughnut?”

You climb like old people f*ck private pile!

You g*dd*mn communist heathen, you had best sound off that you love the Virgin Mary, or I’m gonna stomp your guts out! Now you DO love the Virgin Mary, don’t you?

I want that head so sanitary and squared away that the Virgin Mary herself would be proud to go in there and take a dump!

You talk the talk. Do you walk the walk?

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.

Private Joker, do you believe in the Virgin Mary?

Gunnery Sgt. Hartman: “I’m asking the f-cking questions here, Pvt.! Do you understand?”
Pvt. Cowboy: “Sir, yes, sir.”
Gunnery Sgt. Hartman: “Well, thank you very much! Can I be in charge for a while?”

A high school girl could do my job. I want to get out into the sh*t. I want to get some trigger time.

Son, all I’ve ever asked of my marines is that they obey my orders as they would the word of God. We are here to help the Vietnamese, because inside every gook there is an American trying to get out. It’s a hardball world, son. We’ve gotta keep our heads until this peace craze blows over.

Freedom? You’d better flush out your head, new guy. This isn’t about freedom; this is a slaughter. If I’m gonna get my balls blown off for a word, my word is “poontang”.

Sir, the private’s sixth general order is to receive, obey, and pass on to the sentry who relieves me… all orders – Sir, the private’s sixth general order – Sir, the private has been instructed, but he does not know, sir!

That’s enough! Get on your feet. Pvt. Pyle you had best square your *ss away and start sh-tting me Tiffany cufflinks or I will definitely f-ck you up!

Oh that’s right, Private Pyle, don’t make any f**king effort to get to the top of the f**king obstacle. If God would have wanted you up there he would have miracled your *ss up there by now, wouldn’t he?

I am Gunnery Sgt. 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?

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.

Cuz I’m so f*ckin’ good! I done got me 157 dead gooks killed. Plus 50 water buffalo, too! Them’s all confirmed!

Sir, it is the private’s duty to inform the senior drill instructor that Private Pyle has a full magazine that is locked and loaded, Sir!

Well it looks to me like the best part of you ran down the crack of your momma’s *ss and ended up as a brown stain on the mattress! I think you’ve been cheated!

Well I’ve got a joke for you, I’m going to tear you a new asshole.

Well here`s something you won`t like, Private Snowball! They don`t serve fried chicken and watermelon down in the mess hall every day!

Joker, maybe you’d like our guys to read the paper and feel bad. I mean, in case you didn’t know it, this is not a particularly popular war. Now, it is our job to report the news that these why-are-we-here civilian newsmen ignore.

Cause I’m so f*cking good! That ain’t no sh*t neither. I’ve done got me one hundred and fifty-seven dead gooks killed. And fifty water buffaloes, too. Them’re all certified.

If you ladies leave my island, if you survive recruit training … you will be a weapon, you will be a minister of death, praying for war. But until that day you are pukes! You’re the lowest form of life on Earth. You are not even human f*cking beings! You are nothing but unorganized grabasstic pieces of amphibian sh*t! Because I am hard, you will not like me. But the more you hate me, the more you will learn. I am hard, but I am fair! There is no racial bigotry here! I do not look down on niggers, kikes, wops or greasers. Here you are all equally worthless! And my orders are to weed out all non-hackers who do not pack the gear to serve in my beloved Corps! Do you maggots understand that?

Well, that’s why God passed the law of probability. Now rewrite it and give it a happy ending–say, uh, one kill. Make it a sapper or an officer.

If you get killed, your mom will find me after I rotate back to the world and she’ll beat the sh*t out of me. That’s a negative, Rafterman.

Are you quitting on me? Well, are you? Then quit, you slimy f-cking walrus-looking piece of sh-t! Get the f-ck off of my obstacle! Get the f-ck down off of my obstacle! NOW! MOVE IT! Or I’m going to rip your balls off, so you cannot contaminate the rest of the world! I will motivate you, Pvt. Pyle, EVEN IF IT SHORT-D-CKS EVERY CANNIBAL ON THE CONGO!

You get wasted your first day in the field and it’d be my fault.

Private Pyle has dishonored himself and dishonored the platoon. I have tried to help him. But I have failed. I have failed because YOU have not helped me. YOU people have not given Private Pyle the proper motivation! So, from now on, whenever Private Pyle f*cks up, I will not punish him! I will punish all of YOU!

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 sh*t. Because marines are not allowed to die without permission! Do you maggots understand?

This is my rifle. There are many others 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.

JOKER, I’ve had my *ss in the grass. Can’t say I liked it much. Lots of bugs and too dangerous. As it happens, my present duties keep me where I belong. In the rear with the gear.

Graduation is only a few days away, and the recruits of Platoon 3092 are salty. They are ready to eat their own guts and ask for seconds. The drill instructors are proud to see that we are growing beyond their control. The Marine Corps does not want robots. The Marine Corps wants killers. The Marine Corps wants to build indestructible men, men without fear.

Bullsh-t. It looks to me like the best part of you ran down the crack of your mama’s *ss and ended up as a brown stain on the mattress. I think you’ve been cheated!

Well, baby, me so h*rny. Me so h*rny. Me love you long time. You party?

Leonard, if Hartman comes in here and catches us, we’ll both be in a world of sh*t.

Joker, I’ve told you, we run two basic stories here. Grunts who give half their pay to buy gooks toothbrushes and deodorants–Winning of Hearts and Minds–okay? And combat action that results in a kill–Winning the War. Now you must have seen blood trails… drag marks?

What is this Mickey Mouse sh*t? What in the name of Jesus H. Christ are you animals doing in my head? Why is Private Pyle out of his bunk after lights-out? Why is Private Pyle holding that weapon? Why aren’t you stomping Private Pyle’s guts out?

Sir, does this mean that Ann-Margret’s not coming?

Were you born a fat, slimy, scumbag puke piece o’ s**t, Private Pyle, or did you have to work on it?

Son, all I’ve ever asked of my Marines is that they obey my orders as they would the word of God. We are here to help the Viet-namese, because inside every gook there is an American trying to get out. It’s a hardball world, son. We’ve just got to keep our heads until this peace craze blows over.

Sir, maybe you should go out on some ops yourself. I’m sure you could find a lot more blood trails and drag marks.

I am in a world of sh*t, yes. But I am alive. And I’m not afraid.

My thoughts drift back to erect nipple wet dreams about Mary Jane Rottencrotch and the Great Homecoming F**k Fantasy. I am so happy that I am alive, in one piece and short. I’m in a world of s**t… yes. But I am alive. And I am not afraid.

Today, you people are no longer maggots. Today, you are Marines. You’re part of a brotherhood. From now on until the day you die, wherever you are, every Marine is your brother. Most of you will go to Vietnam. Some of you 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.

Anyone who runs is a V.C. Anyone who stands still is a well-disciplined V.C. You guys oughtta do a story about me sometime.

Tough break for Hand Job. He was all set to get shipped out on a medical.

Pick’em up and set’em down, Pyle! Quickly! Move it up! Were you born a fat slimy scumbag, you piece of sh*t, Private Pyle? Or did you have to work on it? Move it up! Quickly! Hustle up! The f*cking war will be over by the time we get out there, won’t it, Private Pyle? Move it! Are you going to f*cking die, Pyle? Are you going to die on me!! Do it now! Move it up! Hustle it up! Quickly, quickly, quickly! Do you feel dizzy? Do you feel faint? Jesus H. Christ, I think you’ve got a hard-on!

You forget your f-ckin’ name? 0300. Infantry. You made it.

Now, you listen to me, Private Pyle. And you listen good. I want that weapon, and I want it now. You will place that rifle on the deck at your feet, and step back away from it.

Tonight … you pukes will sleep with your rifles! You will give your rifle a girl’s name! Because this is the only p*ssy 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! Port … hut! Prepare to mount! Mount! Port… hut! Pray!