When You're in My Hut You Know What's Up
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 past Stanley Kubrick, based on the novel The Brusque-Timers past Gustav Hasford.
In Vietnam, the current of air doesn't blow. It sucks. taglines
Today, you people are no longer maggots. Today, you lot are Marines. You're part of a brotherhood. From now on, until the day you die, wherever you are, every Marine is your blood brother. Most of you volition go to Vietnam. Some of you will non come up back. Only e'er call up this: Marines die. That's what we're here for. Just the Marine Corps lives forever and that ways you live forever.
The deadliest weapon in the globe is a Marine and his rifle. Information technology is your killer instinct which must be harnessed if yous look to survive in combat. Your rifle is only a tool. It is a hard heart that kills. If your killer instincts are non clean and potent, you lot volition hesitate at the moment of truth. You will not impale. You will go dead Marines. And then you lot will be in a world of shit. Because Marines are not allowed to die without permission!
These are keen days we're living, bros. We are jolly greenish giants, walking the Globe with guns. These people we wasted here today are the finest human being beings we will ever know. Subsequently we rotate back to the world, we're gonna miss not having anyone around that'southward worth shooting.
I am and then happy that I am alive, in one piece and short. I'm in a globe of shit. Yeah. Merely I am alive. And I am not agape.
Dialogue [edit]
- Hartman: I am Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, your senior drill instructor. From at present on, yous volition speak only when spoken to, and the first and last words out of your filthy sewers will be "sir." Do yous maggots understand that?
- Recruits: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Bullshit! I can't hear you. Sound off similar you got a pair.
- Recruits: SIR, Yep, SIR!
- Hartman: If you ladies exit my island, if y'all survive recruit training, you will be a weapon. Y'all will be a minister of death, praying for war. But until that mean solar day, you are pukes. Y'all are the everyman grade of life on Earth. You are non even human being fucking beings. You are nothing simply unorganized, grab-asstic pieces of amphibian shit. Considering I am hard, you will non similar me. Just the more you detest me, the more than you will learn. I am hard but I am fair. At that place is no racial discrimination here. I do not look down on niggers, kikes, wops, or greasers. Here, you are all every bit worthless. And my orders are to weed out all non-hackers who practice non pack the gear to serve in my beloved Corps!
- Joker: [nether his jiff, imitating John Wayne] Is that you, 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'southward the slimy lilliputian Communist shit twinkle-toed cocksucker down here who only signed his own death warrant? Nobody, huh? The fairy fucking godmother said it. Out-fucking-continuing. I volition PT you lot all until you fucking dice! I'll PT you until your assholes are sucking buttermilk! [to Cowboy] Was it yous, you lot scroungy little fuck, huh?!
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: You little piece of shit, you await 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 we got here? A fucking comedian. Private Joker. I admire your honesty. Hell, I like you. Yous can come over to my house and fuck my sis. [punches Joker in the gut; he falls to his knees] You trivial scumbag! I got your name! I got your donkey! You will not laugh! You will non cry! You will learn past the numbers! I will teach y'all! At present get up! Become on your feet! [Joker does so] You had best united nations-fuck yourself, or I will unscrew your head and shit downwards your cervix!
- Joker: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Private Joker, why did you bring together my dear Corps?
- Joker: Sir, to kill, sir!
- Hartman: And then y'all're a killer.
- Joker: Sir, yeah, sir!
- Hartman: Allow me see your war face up.
- Joker: Sir?
- Hartman: You lot got a state of war face up? [gives a fierce yell] That's a state of war confront! Now let me see your war face! [Joker gives one with a not-so-assuredly-fierce yell] Bullshit! Yous didn't convince me. Let me run across your existent war face! [Joker gives a louder, more convincing fierce yell, but Hartman is not impressed] You don't scare me. Work on it.
- Joker: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: What'due south your excuse?
- Cowboy: Sir, excuse for what, sir?
- Hartman: I'one thousand asking the fuckin' questions here, Private! Do you empathise?
- Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Well, thanks very much! Tin I be in charge for a while?
- Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Are you shook upwards? Are you nervous?
- Cowboy: Sir, I am, sir!
- Hartman: Do I brand y'all nervous?
- Cowboy: Sir!
- Hartman: "Sir" what? Are y'all near to phone call me an asshole?
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: How tall are y'all, Private?
- Cowboy: Sir, 5-pes-nine, sir!
- Hartman: Five-foot-nine? I didn't know they stacked shit that high! You trying to squeeze an inch in on me somewhere, huh?!
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Bullshit! It looks to me like the best role of yous ran downwards the crack of your mama'due south ass and ended up every bit a brownish stain on the mattress! I think you've been cheated! Where in the hell are you lot from anyhow, Private?
- Cowboy: Sir, Texas, sir!
- Hartman: Holy dogshit! Texas? Only steers and queers come from Texas, Private Cowboy, and you lot don't much look like a steer to me, and then that kinda narrows it down. Do you lot suck dicks?
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Are you a peter-puffer?!
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: I'll bet y'all're the kinda guy that would fuck a person in the donkey, and not even have the goddamn common courtesy to requite him a reach-around. I'll be watching yous.
- Hartman: Left shoulder, hut! [Lawrence briefly hikes his burglarize to his right shoulder and corrects himself, merely Hartman notices the mistake, and angrily marches to him] Private Pyle, what are you trying to do to my honey Corps?!
- Lawrence: Sir, I don't know, sir!
- Hartman: You are dumb, Private Pyle, but do yous look 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 Individual Lawrence's left cheek] What side was that, Private Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, left side, sir!
- Hartman: Are you lot sure, Private Pyle?!
- Lawrence: Sir, yeah, sir!
- Hartman: [slaps Private Lawrence's right cheek; knocking his comprehend off] What side was that, Individual Pyle?!
- Lawrence: [barely holding it together] Sir, right side, sir!
- Hartman: Don't fuck with me again, Pyle! Pick upwards your fuckin' cover.
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Tonight, you pukes will sleep with your rifles. You will give your rifle a girl's proper noun, because this is the only pussy you lot 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 forest. And you will be faithful! Port, hut! [Recruits grab their rifles] Prepare to mount! [Recruits step dorsum towards their bunks.] Mount! [Recruits quickly hop onto their bunks] Port, hut! [Recruits grab their rifles and hold them upwards] Pray!
- Recruits: [simultaneously] This is my rifle. In that location are many like it, but this i is mine. My rifle is my best friend. Information technology is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my rifle is useless. Without my burglarize, I am useless. I must fire my burglarize truthful. 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 burglarize and myself are defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life. So exist it, until there is no enemy, but peace. Amen.
- Hartman: Order, hut! [Recruits lay their rifles at their sides] At ease! [shuts the lights off] Practiced night, ladies.
- Recruits: Skillful night, sir!
- Hartman: [to Night Watchman] Hit it, sweetheart.
- Night Watchman: Sir, yep-aye, sir!
- Hartman: Next two privates, get! Quickly! [To Lawrence as he struggles on an obstacle course] Get your fatty ass over there, Private Pyle. Oh, that's right, Private Pyle. Don't make any fucking effort to get upward to the tiptop of the fucking obstacle! If God wanted you up in that location, He would've miracled your donkey up there by now, wouldn't he?
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Get your fat ass up there, Pyle!
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: What the Hell is the affair with you lot anyway? I'll bet you if there was some pussy up there on top of that obstacle...
- Lawrence: [falling off again] Shit!
- Hartman: ...you could get upwardly at that place, couldn't you?
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Your ass looks like about 150 pounds of chewed chimera gum, Pyle! You know that?
- Lawrence: Sir, aye, sir!
- Hartman: [To Privates Joker and Cowboy] Equally presently as y'all terminate your bunks, I want you two turds to clean the head.
- Joker & Cowboy: Sir, aye-yes, sir!
- Hartman: I desire that head and then sanitary and squared away that the Virgin Mary herself would exist proud to go in there and take a dump.
- Joker & Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Private Joker, practice you believe in The Virgin Mary?
- Joker: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Well, Private Joker, I don't believe I heard you correctly.
- Joker: Sir, the private said "No, sir," sir!
- Hartman: Why, you little maggot; You lot make me wanna vomit! [Slaps Joker across the face] You Goddamn communist heathen. Yous had best sound off that yous dearest The Virgin Mary, or I'1000 gonna stomp your guts out! Now, you practise beloved The Virgin Mary, don't you?
- Joker: Sir, negative, sir!
- Hartman: Private Joker, are y'all trying to offend me?
- Joker: Sir, negative, sir! Sir, the private believes that whatsoever answer he gives volition be incorrect, and the Senior Drill Instructor will shell him harder if he reverses himself, sir!
- Hartman: Who'due south your squad leader, scumbag?
- Joker: Sir, the private's squad leader is Private Snowball, sir!
- Hartman: Individual Snowball!
- Snowball: Sir, Individual Snowball reporting every bit ordered, sir!
- Hartman: Private Snowball, you're fired. Private Joker is promoted to squad leader.
- Hartman: [inspecting recruits' finger/toenails, as they stand on their footlockers] Trim 'em. Toe jam. Popular 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 one affair in this earth that I hate, it is an unlocked footlocker! You know that, don't you?!
- Lawrence: Sir, aye, sir!
- Hartman: If it wasn't for dickheads like you lot, at that place wouldn't be any thievery in this world, would there?!
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: GET Down! [Lawrence steps down; Hartman opens the footlocker] Well, now! Permit'due south but see if there'southward 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] 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 here?
- Lawrence: Sir, I took it from the mess hall, sir!
- Hartman: Is chow immune in the barracks, Private Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Are you lot allowed to consume jelly donuts, Individual Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: And why not, Individual Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, considering I'm as well heavy, sir!
- Hartman: Considering you are a icky fatty body, Individual Pyle!
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: So why did you hide a jelly donut in your footlocker, Private Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, because I was hungry, sir!
- Hartman: Considering you were hungry? [pacing the billet, withal holding the donut] Private Pyle has dishonored himself and dishonored the platoon! I take tried to assistance him, only I have failed! I accept failed because you accept non helped me! You lot people have not given Private Pyle the proper motivation! Then, from now on, whenever Private Pyle fucks up, I will non punish him! I will punish all of you lot! And the way I come across it, ladies, you lot owe me for one jelly doughnut! Now become on your faces! [to Lawrence] Open your rima oris! [Lawrence does so and Hartman shoves the doughnut into his oral fissure] They're payin' for it, yous eat it! [to recruits] Ready, exercise!
- Recruits abreast Pyle: [doing push-ups] i-two-iii-four! I love Marine Corps! 1-2-three-4! I dearest Marine Corps! 1-ii-3-4! I beloved Marine Corps! one-2-iii-4! I love Marine Corps! 1-2-3-four!
- Hartman: [referring to Lee Harvey Oswald and Charles Whitman] Do any of y'all people know where these individuals learned how to shoot? [Joker raises his hand] Private Joker?
- Joker: [stands up] Sir, in the Marines, sir!
- Hartman: [impressed] In the Marines! Outstanding! Those individuals showed what one motivated Marine and his burglarize tin do! And before you ladies leave my island, you will all be able to do the same thing!
- Joker: [narrating] Our last night on the island. I depict fire watch.
- [Joker goes into the caput to find Private Lawrence sitting on a head with his rifle and loading rounds into a magazine]
- Lawrence: [smiles eerily] Hiii... Joker.
- Joker: [alarmed] Are those... alive rounds?
- Lawrence: 7-six-2 millimeter. Full metal jacket.
- Joker: [shaken] Leonard... if Hartman comes in hither and catches us... we'll both be in a earth of shit.
- Lawrence: I AM... in a globe... of shit! [loads the last round into the magazine and begins drilling loudly] Left shoulder, hut! Right shoulder, hut! Lock and load! [inserts magazine into the burglarize, chambers a round] Society, hut! [smartly brings the burglarize down to the "order artillery" position] This is my rifle! At that place are many similar 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 chamber]
- Hartman: [to recruits] Get 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 later on lights-out?! Why is Private Pyle belongings that weapon?! Why aren't yous stomping Individual 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, yous mind to me, Individual Pyle, and you lot mind proficient. I want that weapon, and I want it now. Yous will place that rifle on the deck at your feet and pace back away from it. [Lawrence insanely and eerily smiles, and aims at Hartman's chest] [angrily bellowing] WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION, NUMBNUTS?! DIDN'T MOMMY AND DADDY Prove YOU ENOUGH ATTENTION WHEN Yous WERE A Kid?! [shoots and kills him, then swings the butt slowly upwardly toward Joker]
- Joker: Easy, Leonard. Become easy, human being. [Lawrence lowers it, sits on a head, and puts the muzzle in his rima oris] [alarmed] NO!! [Lawrence pulls the trigger, killing himself and splattering his brains beyond the wall]
- Da Nang Hooker: Hey, baby. You got girlfriend Vietnam?
- Joker: Not just this minute.
- Hooker: Well, baby, me so horny. Me and so horny! Me dearest you long time. You party?
- Joker: Yeah, we might political party. How much?
- [Helicopter Door Gunner opens burn down, and Rafterman is uncomfortably nauseous]
- Door Gunner: Get some! Go some! [continues firing] Become some! Get some! Yep! Yes! Get some! Get some! Come on! Come on! [continues firing] Get some! [continues firing] Ha-ha! Get some, babe! Get some! Get some! Get some! Get some! Get some! Come on! Get it! Come up on! Get some! Get some! Yeah-yeah-yeah! I've got y'all, mother! [stops firing] Ha-ha! [looks at Joker and Raftman] Anyone who runs is a VC! Anyone who stands nonetheless is a well-disciplined VC! [laughs] You guys oughta do a story almost me erstwhile!
- Joker: Why should we do a story about you?!
- Door Gunner: 'Cause I'one thousand so fuckin' good! That ain't no shit, neither! I've washed got me 157 expressionless gooks killed. And l water buffaloes, too! Them're all certified!
- Joker: Any women or children?!
- Door Gunner: Sometimes!
- Joker: How can yous shoot women and children?!
- [Rafterman gags in disgust]
- Door Gunner: Easy! Y'all only don't atomic number 82 'em so much! [laughs] Ain't war Hell?
- Colonel: Marine, what is that button on your body armor?
- Joker: A peace symbol, sir.
- Colonel: Where'd you go information technology?
- Joker: I don't retrieve, sir.
- Colonel: What is that you've got written on your helmet?
- Joker: "Born to kill", sir.
- Colonel: You write "born to impale" on your helmet, and you lot wear 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: Yous don't know very much, practice yous?
- Joker: No, sir.
- Colonel: You ameliorate get your caput and your donkey wired together, or I will have a giant shit on you lot.
- Joker: Yes, sir.
- Colonel: Now reply my question, or you lot'll be standing tall before the human being.
- Joker: I remember I was trying to advise something about the duality of human, 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 you love your country?
- Joker: Yes, sir.
- Colonel: Then how 'bout getting with the program? Why don't you jump on the team and come up on in for the large win?
- Joker: Yes, sir.
- Colonel: Son, all I've always asked of my Marines is for them to obey my orders every bit they would the word of God. We are here to assist the Vietnamese, considering inside every gook, there is an American trying to get out. It's a difficult-ball world, son. We've gotta try to go along our heads until this peace craze blows over.
- Joker: [salutes] Yep-yes, sir.
Taglines [edit]
- In Vietnam, the wind doesn't accident. Information technology sucks.
- Vietnam can kill me, but it 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 - Animal 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 Metallic Jacket quotes at the Internet Movie Database
- Full Metallic Jacket at Rotten Tomatoes
Source: https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Full_Metal_Jacket
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