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The Beginning when Gunnery Sergeant Hartman is talking to the Marines:
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, Drill Instructor: 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?
Marines: Sir, yes, sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullsh*t I can't hear you. Sound off like you got a pair!
Marines: Sir, yes, sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 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 are the lowest form of life on earth. You are not even human f*cking beings. You are nothing but unorganized, grabastic 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 n*ggers, 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?
Marines: Sir, yes, sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullsh*t! I can't hear you!
Marines: Sir, yes, sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: What's your name, scumbag?
Private Snowball: Sir, Private Brown, Sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullsh*t! From now on your Private Snowball. Do you like that name?
Private Snowball: Sir, yes, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Well there's one thing that you won't like Private Snowball. They don't serve fried chicken and watermelon on a daily basis in my mess hall.
Private Snowball: Sir, yes, sir
Private Joker: Is that you, John Wayne? Is this me?
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Who said that? Who the f*ck said that? Who's the slimy little communist sh*t, tinkle-toed c*cksucker down here who just signed his own death warrant? Nobody, huh?! The fairy f*cking godmother said it! Out-f*cking standing! I will PT you all until you f*cking die! I'll PT you until you're a*sholes are sucking buttermilk. (grabs private Cowboy) Was it you, you scroungy little f*ck, huh?
Private Cowboy: Sir, no, sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: You little piece of sh*t you look like a f*cking worm, I bet it was you!
Private Cowboy: Sir, No, Sir
Private Joker: Sir, I said it, Sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Well, no sh*t. What have we got here? A f*cking comedian? Private Joker. I admire your honesty. H*ll I like you. You can come over to my house and f*ck my sister. (hits Private Joker) You little scumbag! I got your name, I got your a*s! You will not laugh, you will not cry, you will learn by the numbers I will teach you. Now get up, get on your feet! You had best un-f*ck yourself or I will unscrew your head and sh*t down your neck!
Private Joker: Sir, yes, sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Joker why did you join my beloved corps?
Private Joker: Sir, to kill, sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: So you're a killer.
Private Joker: Sir, yes, sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Let me see your war face.
Private Joker: (shows his war face), sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: You got a war face? (shows a war face) AHHHHHH! That's a war face. Now let me see your war face.
Private Joker: (shows war face) Ahhhhhhhh!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullsh*t you didn't convince me. Let me see your real war face.
Private Joker: (shows war face) AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: You don't scare me. Work on it.
Private Joker: Sir, yes, Sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: What's your excuse?
Private Cowboy: Sir, excuse for what, sir?
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I'm asking the f*cking questions here do you understand?
Private Cowboy: sir, yes, sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Well thank you very much, can I be in charge for awhile?
Private Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Are you shook up? Are you nervous?
Private Cowboy: Sir, I am, Sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Do I make you nervous?
Private Cowboy: Sir?
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: "Sir" what? Were you about to call me an A*SHOLE!?!
Private Cowboy: Sir, No, Sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: How tall are you, private?
Private Cowboy: Sir, Five-foot-nine, sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Five-foot-nine, I didn't know they stacked sh*t that high. You trying to squeeze an inch in on me somewhere?
Private Cowboy: Sir, no, sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 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. Where the h*ll are you from anyway, private?
Private Cowboy: Sir, Texas, Sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Holy dog sh*t! Texas? Only steers and queers come from Texas, Private Cowboy. And you don't look much like a steer to me, so that kinda narrows it down. Do you suck dicks?
Private Cowboy: Sir, no, sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Are you a peter puffer?
Private Cowboy: Sir, No, Sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I bet you're the kind of person that would f*ck a person in the a*s and not even have the god d*mned common courtesy to give him a reach around. I'll be watching you. (walks around) Did your parents have any children that lived?
Private Pyle: Sir, Yes, Sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I'll bet they regret that. You're so ugly you could be a modern art masterpiece! What's your name fat-body?
Private Pyle: Sir, Leonard Lawrence, Sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: "Lawernce"?!? Lawrence what of Arabia?!?
Private Pyle: Sir, no, Sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: That name sounds like royalty, are you royalty?!?
Private Pyle: Sir, No, Sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Do you suck dicks?
Private Pyle: Sir, no, Sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullsh*t! I bet you could suck a golf ball through a garden hose!
Private Pyle: Sir, no, sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I don't like the name Lawrence, only faggots and sailors are called Lawrence! From now on you're Gomer Pyle!
Private Pyle: Sir No Sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Do you think I'm cute, Private Pyle? Do you think I am funny?
Private Pyle: Sir, no, sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Then wipe that disgusting grin off your face.
Private Pyle: Sir, yes, Sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Stop wasting my f*cking time, sweet heart!
Private Pyle: Sir, I'm trying, Sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Pyle, I'm gonna give you three seconds, exactly three f*ckin' seconds to wipe that stupid looking grin off your face or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull f*ck you! One-two-three.
Private Pyle: Sir, I can't help it, sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullsh*t, get on your knees scumbag (Pyle gets on his knees) Now choke yourself. God d*mn it with my hands, numb nuts. Don't pull my f*cking hands over there. I said to choke yourself! Now lean forward and choke yourself. Are you through grinning?
Private Pyle: Sir, yes, Sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullsh*t! I can't hear you!
Private Pyle: Sir, Yes, Sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit! I still can't hear you! Sound off like you gotta pair!
Private Pyle: Sir, Yes, Sir
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: That's enough. Get on your feet. Private Pyle you had best unf*ck yourself and start sh*tting me Tiffany cufflinks or I will definitely f*ck you up!
Private Pyle: Sir, yes, sir
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