Over and Over Again and Again God Is Faithful Lyrics
Full Metal Jacket is a 1987 motion picture 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 Short-Timers past Gustav Hasford.
In Vietnam, the wind doesn't blow. It sucks. taglines
Today, you lot people are no longer maggots. Today, yous are Marines. Y'all're role of a brotherhood. From now on, until the day y'all die, wherever you are, every Marine is your blood brother. Most of yous will go to Vietnam. Some of yous will non come back. But always recall this: Marines die. That'due south what we're here for. But the Marine Corps lives forever and that means you lot live forever.
The deadliest weapon in the world is a Marine and his rifle. Information technology is your killer instinct which must be harnessed if yous expect to survive in combat. Your burglarize is only a tool. Information technology is a hard heart that kills. If your killer instincts are non make clean and potent, you will hesitate at the moment of truth. Y'all will not impale. You will get dead Marines. And and so you volition be in a world of shit. Because Marines are not allowed to die without permission!
These are cracking days nosotros're living, bros. We are jolly green giants, walking the World with guns. These people we wasted hither today are the finest human beings we volition e'er know. Afterwards nosotros rotate back to the world, we're gonna miss not having anyone around that's worth shooting.
I am and then happy that I am live, in 1 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 instructor. From at present on, you will speak only when spoken to, and the showtime and concluding words out of your filthy sewers will be "sir." Practise you maggots sympathise that?
- Recruits: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Bullshit! I can't hear y'all. Sound off like you got a pair.
- Recruits: SIR, YES, SIR!
- Hartman: If you ladies leave my island, if you survive recruit grooming, you will be a weapon. You will be a minister of death, praying for state of war. But until that twenty-four hours, yous are pukes. You are the lowest course of life on Earth. You are not fifty-fifty human fucking beings. You are goose egg but unorganized, catch-asstic pieces of amphibian shit. Because I am hard, you will not like me. Only the more than yous hate me, the more you will learn. I am hard but I am fair. There is no racial bigotry here. I do not look downwards on niggers, kikes, wops, or greasers. Here, you are all equally worthless. And my orders are to weed out all not-hackers who do not pack the gear to serve in my beloved Corps!
- Joker: [nether his jiff, imitating John Wayne] Is that yous, 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 down here who just signed his own decease warrant? Nobody, huh? The fairy fucking godmother said it. Out-fucking-continuing. I will PT you all until you fucking die! I'll PT you lot until your assholes are sucking buttermilk! [to Cowboy] Was it you, you scroungy piffling fuck, huh?!
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Yous little slice of shit, you look like a fucking worm! I'll bet it was you!
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Joker: Sir, I said information technology, sir!
- Hartman: Well, no shit. What have we got here? A fucking comedian. Private Joker. I admire your honesty. Hell, I like you. You can come over to my house and fuck my sister. [punches Joker in the gut; he falls to his knees] You little scumbag! I got your name! I got your ass! You will not laugh! You will not cry! Yous will learn past the numbers! I will teach you! Now become up! Get on your feet! [Joker does so] You had best united nations-fuck yourself, or I will unscrew your caput and shit down your cervix!
- Joker: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Private Joker, why did you join my beloved Corps?
- Joker: Sir, to kill, sir!
- Hartman: So you're a killer.
- Joker: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Let me see your state of war confront.
- Joker: Sir?
- Hartman: You got a war face? [gives a fierce yell] That'south a war face! Now let me run across your war face! [Joker gives one with a non-and then-assuredly-fierce yell] Bullshit! You didn't convince me. Let me see your real war face! [Joker gives a louder, more convincing tearing yell, simply Hartman is not impressed] You don't scare me. Work on information technology.
- Joker: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: What's your excuse?
- Cowboy: Sir, excuse for what, sir?
- Hartman: I'k request the fuckin' questions here, Individual! Exercise yous understand?
- Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Well, thanks very much! Tin can I be in charge for a while?
- Cowboy: Sir, aye, sir!
- Hartman: Are you shook up? Are you nervous?
- Cowboy: Sir, I am, sir!
- Hartman: Do I brand y'all nervous?
- Cowboy: Sir!
- Hartman: "Sir" what? Are you virtually to call me an asshole?
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: How tall are you, Private?
- Cowboy: Sir, five-pes-nine, sir!
- Hartman: Five-foot-9? 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 function of yous ran down the crack of your mama'due south donkey and ended up as a brown stain on the mattress! I recollect you've been cheated! Where in the hell are y'all from anyway, Private?
- Cowboy: Sir, Texas, sir!
- Hartman: Holy dogshit! Texas? Only steers and queers come from Texas, Private Cowboy, and you don't much look like a steer to me, so that kinda narrows information technology downwards. Practice you suck dicks?
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Are yous a peter-puffer?!
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: I'll bet yous're the kinda guy that would fuck a person in the ass, and not even have the goddamn common courtesy to give him a attain-around. I'll be watching you.
- Hartman: Left shoulder, hut! [Lawrence briefly hikes his rifle to his right shoulder and corrects himself, merely Hartman notices the error, and angrily marches to him] Individual Pyle, what are y'all trying to exercise to my beloved Corps?!
- Lawrence: Sir, I don't know, sir!
- Hartman: You are impaired, Private Pyle, but exercise you look me to believe that y'all don't know left from right?!
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: So you did that on purpose; You wanna exist different!
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: [slaps Private Lawrence'south left cheek] What side was that, Private Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, left side, sir!
- Hartman: Are y'all sure, Private Pyle?!
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: [slaps Private Lawrence's right cheek; knocking his comprehend off] What side was that, Private Pyle?!
- Lawrence: [barely holding it together] Sir, correct side, sir!
- Hartman: Don't fuck with me again, Pyle! Choice up your fuckin' cover.
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Tonight, y'all pukes will sleep with your rifles. Yous will give your burglarize a girl'due south name, because this is the only 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 wood. And you volition exist faithful! Port, hut! [Recruits grab their rifles] Set to mountain! [Recruits step dorsum towards their bunks.] Mount! [Recruits quickly hop onto their bunks] Port, hut! [Recruits grab their rifles and concord them up] Pray!
- Recruits: [simultaneously] This is my rifle. There are many like it, just this one 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 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 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. And then be it, until at that place is no enemy, but peace. Amen.
- Hartman: Order, hut! [Recruits lay their rifles at their sides] At ease! [shuts the lights off] Good night, ladies.
- Recruits: Good nighttime, sir!
- Hartman: [to Dark Watchman] Hit it, sweetheart.
- Dark Watchman: Sir, aye-aye, sir!
- Hartman: Next two privates, go! Quickly! [To Lawrence as he struggles on an obstacle class] Get your fatty ass over in that location, Private Pyle. Oh, that's right, Private Pyle. Don't make any fucking try to become upward to the height of the fucking obstacle! If God wanted yous up there, He would've miracled your ass upwards there by now, wouldn't he?
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Get your fatty ass up there, Pyle!
- Lawrence: Sir, yep, sir!
- Hartman: What the Hell is the matter with you anyway? I'll bet you if there was some pussy up there on top of that obstacle...
- Lawrence: [falling off once more] Shit!
- Hartman: ...y'all could get upwardly there, couldn't you?
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Your ass looks similar near 150 pounds of chewed bubble gum, Pyle! You know that?
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: [To Privates Joker and Cowboy] As soon as you finish your bunks, I want you two turds to clean the caput.
- Joker & Cowboy: Sir, yes-aye, sir!
- Hartman: I want that head and so germ-free and squared away that the Virgin Mary herself would be proud to become in there and take a dump.
- Joker & Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Private Joker, do you lot 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 beyond the face] You Goddamn communist infidel. Y'all had best sound off that you dear The Virgin Mary, or I'm gonna stomp your guts out! At present, you practise dear The Virgin Mary, don't you lot?
- Joker: Sir, negative, sir!
- Hartman: Private Joker, are you trying to offend me?
- Joker: Sir, negative, sir! Sir, the individual believes that any answer he gives will be incorrect, and the Senior Drill Teacher will crush him harder if he reverses himself, sir!
- Hartman: Who'due south your team leader, scumbag?
- Joker: Sir, the individual'south squad leader is Private Snowball, sir!
- Hartman: Private Snowball!
- Snowball: Sir, Private Snowball reporting equally ordered, sir!
- Hartman: Individual 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'due south 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 in that location is one affair in this earth that I hate, it is an unlocked footlocker! You know that, don't you?!
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: If information technology wasn't for dickheads like you, in that location wouldn't exist any thievery in this globe, would there?!
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Get Downwardly! [Lawrence steps down; Hartman opens the footlocker] Well, now! Let'due south only see if there's anything missing! [rummages through it; finds a jelly donut] Holy Jesus. What is that? What the fuck is that? [holds it upward in Lawrence'south face] WHAT IS THAT, PRIVATE PYLE?!
- Lawrence: Sir, a jelly donut, sir!
- Hartman: A jelly donut?!
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: How did it get hither?
- Lawrence: Sir, I took it from the mess hall, sir!
- Hartman: Is chow immune in the billet, Private Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Are you allowed to eat jelly donuts, Private Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: And why not, Private Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, because I'thousand too heavy, sir!
- Hartman: Considering you are a disgusting fat body, Private Pyle!
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: And then why did you hibernate a jelly donut in your footlocker, Individual Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, because I was hungry, sir!
- Hartman: Because you were hungry? [pacing the barracks, still holding the donut] Private Pyle has dishonored himself and dishonored the platoon! I accept tried to help him, just I accept failed! I have failed because you have not helped me! You people have not given Private Pyle the proper motivation! And so, from now on, whenever Individual Pyle fucks up, I will not punish him! I will punish all of you! And the way I run across it, ladies, y'all owe me for one jelly doughnut! Now go on your faces! [to Lawrence] Open your mouth! [Lawrence does and then and Hartman shoves the doughnut into his oral fissure] They're payin' for it, you eat information technology! [to recruits] Prepare, do!
- Recruits beside Pyle: [doing push-ups] 1-2-3-4! I beloved Marine Corps! ane-2-3-4! I love Marine Corps! 1-ii-3-four! I love Marine Corps! 1-two-3-iv! I dear Marine Corps! 1-ii-3-4!
- Hartman: [referring to Lee Harvey Oswald and Charles Whitman] Do any of you people know where these individuals learned how to shoot? [Joker raises his hand] Private Joker?
- Joker: [stands upward] Sir, in the Marines, sir!
- Hartman: [impressed] In the Marines! Outstanding! Those individuals showed what one motivated Marine and his rifle tin can practise! And before you lot ladies leave my island, y'all volition all exist able to exercise the same thing!
- Joker: [narrating] Our last night on the island. I draw fire watch.
- [Joker goes into the head 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: Vii-six-2 millimeter. Full metallic jacket.
- Joker: [shaken] Leonard... if Hartman comes in here and catches us... we'll both be in a earth of shit.
- Lawrence: I AM... in a world... of shit! [loads the last circular into the magazine and begins drilling loudly] Left shoulder, hut! Correct shoulder, hut! Lock and load! [inserts mag into the rifle, chambers a round] Order, hut! [smartly brings the rifle down to the "order artillery" position] This is my rifle! There are many like information technology just this 1 is mine! My burglarize is my best friend! It is my life!
- [Other recruits wake up; Hartman storms out of his bedroom]
- Hartman: [to recruits] Go back in your bunks!
- Lawrence: I must master information technology 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 you lot animals doing in my head?! [to Joker] Why is Private Pyle out of his bunk after lights-out?! Why is Private Pyle holding that weapon?! Why aren't you stomping Individual Pyle'southward guts out?!
- Joker: Sir, it is the private'southward duty to inform the senior drill instructor that Individual Pyle has a total mag and has locked and loaded, sir!
- Hartman: [calmly and sternly, to Lawrence] At present, you mind 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 anxiety and step back abroad 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 Testify YOU ENOUGH ATTENTION WHEN You lot WERE A Child?! [shoots and kills him, then swings the barrel slowly up toward Joker]
- Joker: Easy, Leonard. Go easy, human. [Lawrence lowers information technology, 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, infant. You got girlfriend Vietnam?
- Joker: Not only this minute.
- Hooker: Well, babe, me so horny. Me and then horny! Me love you long time. You party?
- Joker: Yep, we might party. How much?
- [Helicopter Door Gunner opens fire, and Rafterman is uncomfortably nauseous]
- Door Gunner: Get some! Get some! [continues firing] Become some! Go some! Yeah! Yeah! Get some! Get some! Come up on! Come on! [continues firing] Get some! [continues firing] Ha-ha! Get some, baby! Become some! Get some! Get some! Get some! Get some! Come up on! Become information technology! Come up on! Get some! Get some! Yeah-yeah-aye! 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 about me onetime!
- Joker: Why should nosotros exercise a story most yous?!
- Door Gunner: 'Cause I'grand so fuckin' good! That own't no shit, neither! I've done got me 157 expressionless gooks killed. And 50 h2o buffaloes, also! Them're all certified!
- Joker: Whatsoever women or children?!
- Door Gunner: Sometimes!
- Joker: How tin you shoot women and children?!
- [Rafterman gags in disgust]
- Door Gunner: Like shooting fish in a barrel! You lot just don't lead 'em so much! [laughs] Ain't war Hell?
- Colonel: Marine, what is that push on your body armor?
- Joker: A peace symbol, sir.
- Colonel: Where'd you become information technology?
- Joker: I don't remember, sir.
- Colonel: What is that you've got written on your helmet?
- Joker: "Born to kill", sir.
- Colonel: You write "born to kill" on your helmet, and you lot article of clothing a peace push. What's that supposed to exist, some kind of sick joke?
- Joker: No, sir.
- Colonel: What is it supposed to mean?
- Joker: I don't know, sir.
- Colonel: You don't know very much, do y'all?
- Joker: No, sir.
- Colonel: You ameliorate go your caput and your ass wired together, or I will take a giant shit on you.
- Joker: Aye, sir.
- Colonel: Now respond my question, or you'll exist continuing alpine earlier the man.
- Joker: I think I was trying to propose something about the duality of homo, sir.
- Colonel: The what?
- Joker: The duality of human being; The Jungian thing, sir.
- Colonel: Whose side are you on, son?
- Joker: Our side, sir.
- Colonel: Don't you dear your state?
- Joker: Yep, sir.
- Colonel: Then how 'bout getting with the program? Why don't you jump on the team and come on in for the big win?
- Joker: Yes, sir.
- Colonel: Son, all I've e'er asked of my Marines is for them to obey my orders every bit they would the word of God. Nosotros are here to help the Vietnamese, because inside every gook, there is an American trying to get out. It's a hard-ball world, son. We've gotta effort to go on our heads until this peace craze blows over.
- Joker: [salutes] Yeah-yeah, sir.
Taglines [edit]
- In Vietnam, the wind doesn't blow. Information technology sucks.
- Vietnam can kill me, but it can't make me intendance.
Bandage [edit]
- Matthew Modine - Individual Joker / J.T. Davis
- Vincent D'Onofrio - Private 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 - Individual Snowball
- Tim Colceri - Doorgunner
- Gil Kopel - Stork
External links [edit]
- Total Metal Jacket quotes
- Full Metallic Jacket quotes at the Net Movie Database
- Total Metallic Jacket at Rotten Tomatoes
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