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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?
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman

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I bet you’re the kind of guy that would f**k a person in the ass and not even have the goddamn common courtesy to give him a reach-around. I’ll be watching you.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman



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.
Raftermann

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.
Private Eightball



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

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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!
Door Gunner

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

I will give you three seconds, exactly three fucking secinds, to wipe that stupid grin off your face, or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-fuck you!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman

Bullshit! Get on your knees, scumbag! Now choke yourself! Goddamn it, with my hand, numbnuts!! Don’t pull my fucking hand over there! I said choke yourself! Now lean forward and choke yourself!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman

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

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!
Private Joker

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! Quickly! Up and over! Up and over! Well, what in the fuck 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 fucking walrus-looking piece of shit! Get the fuck off my obstacle! Get the fuck 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!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman

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.
Private Eightball

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?”
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman / Pvt. Pyle

You climb like old people fuck private pile!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman

You goddamn 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?
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman

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!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman

You talk the talk. Do you walk the walk?
Animal Mother

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.
Crazy Earl

Private Joker, do you believe in the Virgin Mary?
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman

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?”
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman / Pvt. Cowboy

A high school girl could do my job. I want to get out into the shit. I want to get some trigger time.
Raftermann

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.
Pogue Colonel

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”.
Animal Mother



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!
Private Joker

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

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 ass up there by now, wouldn’t he?
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman



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?
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman

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.
Crazy Earl

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

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!
Private Joker

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

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

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!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman



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.
Lockhart

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

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 fucking beings! You are nothing but unorganized grabasstic pieces of amphibian shit! 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?
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman

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.
Lockhart

If you get killed, your mom will find me after I rotate back to the world and she’ll beat the shit out of me. That’s a negative, Rafterman.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman

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!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman

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

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 fucks up, I will not punish him! I will punish all of YOU!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman

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?
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman

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.
Recruits

JOKER, I’ve had my ass 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.
Lockhart

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.
Private Joker



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

Well, baby, me so horny. Me so HORNY. Me love you long time. You party?
Da Nang Hooker

Leonard, if Hartman comes in here and catches us, we’ll both be in a world of shit.
Private Joker

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?
Lockhart

What is this Mickey Mouse shit? 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?
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman

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

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



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.
Unnamed Colonel in Vietnam

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

I am in a world of shit, yes. But I am alive. And I’m not afraid.
Private Pyle

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.
Private Joker

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.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman

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.
Doorgunner

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

Pick’em up and set’em down, Pyle! Quickly! Move it up! Were you born a fat slimy scumbag, you piece of shit, Private Pyle? Or did you have to work on it? Move it up! Quickly! Hustle up! The fucking war will be over by the time we get out there, won’t it, Private Pyle? Move it! Are you going to fucking 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!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman

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

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.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman

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! Port … hut! Prepare to mount! Mount! Port… hut! Pray!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman



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