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While?Private Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: What's your name, scumbag?Private Snowball: Sir, Private Brown, sir!Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit! From now on you're 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![Marching Song]Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I don't know but I been told...Marines: I don't know but I been told...Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Eskimo pussy is mighty cold.Marines: Eskimo pussy is mighty cold.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: MMM, good...Marines: MMM, good...Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Tastes good...Marines: Tastes Good...Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Feels Good.Marines: Feels good.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: You best unfuck yourself or I will unscrew your head and shit down your NECK!Animal Mother: Freedom?[scoffs]Animal Mother: 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".Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Do you think I'm cute, Private Pyle? Do you think I'm funny?Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, no, sir!Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Then wipe that disgusting grin off your face.Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir.[tries to stop smiling]Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Well, any fucking time, sweetheart!Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, I'm trying, sir.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Pyle I'm gonna give you three seconds; exactly three-fucking-seconds to wipe that stupid looking grin off your face or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-fuck you! ONE! TWO! THREE!Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, I can't help it, sir.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit! Get on your knees scumbag![Pyle drops down to his knees]Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Now choke yourself.[Pyle wraps his own hands around his throat]Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Goddamn it, with MY hand, numb-nuts![Pyle reaches for Hartman's hand]Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Don't pull my fucking hand over there! I said choke yourself; now lean forward and choke yourself![Pyle does so]Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Are you through grinning?Private Gomer Pyle: [gagging] Sir, yes, sir.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit, I can't hear you!Private Gomer Pyle: [louder] Sir, yes, sir.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit, I STILL can't hear you! Sound off like you've got a pair!Private Gomer Pyle: SIR, YES, SIR!Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: That's enough! Get on your feet. Private Pyle you had best square your ass away and start shitting me Tiffany cufflinks or I will definitely fuck you up!Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Do any of you people
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Full Metal JacketEditGunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit. 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.[first lines]Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 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?Recruits: [In unison in a normal speaking tone] Sir, yes Sir.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit, I can't hear you. Sound off like you got a pair!Recruits: [In unison, much louder] 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 fucking beings. You are nothing but unorganized grab-asstic 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: Did your parents have any children that lived?Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I bet they regret that. You're so ugly you could be a modern art masterpiece! What's your name fat body?Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, Leonard Lawrence, sir.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Lawrence? Lawrence what... of Arabia?Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, no, sir.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: That name sounds like royalty. Are you royalty?Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, no, sir.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Do you suck dicks?Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, no, sir.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit. I bet you could suck a golf ball through a garden hose.Private Gomer 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 Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I bet you're the kind of guy that would fuck a person in the ass and not even have the goddamn common courtesy to give him a reach-around.Sir yes sir Sound Effect - YouTube
Even Cronkite's going to say the war is now unwinnable. In other words, it's a huge shit sandwich, and we're all gonna have to take a bite.Private Joker: Sir... does this mean that Ann-Margret's not coming?Lt. Lockhart: Joker... I want you to get straight up to Phu Bai. Captain January will need all his people.Private Joker: Yes, sir.Lt. Lockhart: And Joker, you will take off that damn button. How's it gonna look if you get killed wearing a peace symbol?Private Rafterman: Sir? Permission to go with Joker?Lt. Lockhart: Permission granted.Private Rafterman: Thank you, sir.Private Joker: Sir, permission not to take Rafterman with me?Lt. Lockhart: You still here? Vanish, Joker, most ricky-tick, and take Rafterman with you. You're responsible for him.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: [after discovering Private Pyle's unlocked footlocker] Jesus H Christ. Private Pyle, why is your footlocker unlocked?Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, I don't know, sir.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Pyle, if there is one thing in this world that I hate, it is an unlocked footlocker! You know that don't you?Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: If it wasn't for dickheads like you, there wouldn't be any thievery in this world, would there?Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, no, sir.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: GET DOWN!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 asshole?Private Eightball: 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 gookers, you know. But they don't want it. They'd rather be alive than free, I guess. Poor dumb bastards.[when Private Pyle is on the obstacle course]Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Get your fat ass up there! I'll bet if there was some pussy up there you would get up there, wouldn't you?Private Pyle: Sir, yes sir!Lt. Lockhart: All right, Ann-Margret and entourage are due here next week. I want someone to be there on the airfield and stick with her for a couple of days. Uh, Rafterman, you take it.Rafterman: Aye-aye, sir.Lt. Lockhart: And get me some good low-angle stuff. Don't make it too obvious, but I want to see fur - and early morning dew.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: As soon as your bunks are done, I want you two turds to. ⚡ Yes Sir Yes Sir Yes Sir Yes Sir Sound Effect (Kids) (HD) ⚡ Meme Sound Effects FREE TO USE?yes Sir Male Voice Sound Effect Yes Sir Sounds !amazing!
Lyrics ba ba black sheep have you any wool?yes sir yes sir one bag fullone little bag for the kid in the snowhe needs a pair of mittens and a hat for the coldba ba black sheep have you any wool?yes sir yes sir one bag fullba ba black sheep have you any wool?yes sir yes sir two bags fullone for the princess and one for her frogwaiting for the magic kiss on a hollow logba ba black sheep have you any wool?yes sir yes sir two bags full two bags fullba ba black sheep have you any wool?yes sir yes sir three bags fullone for my master and one for my dame onefor the little boy who lives down the laneba ba black sheep have you any wool?yes sir yes sir three bags full three bags full three bags fullba ba black sheep have you any wool?yes sir yes sir four bags fullone for the brave knight and one for his horseone for the farmers wife and an extra one of courageba ba black sheep have you any wool?yes sir yes sir four bags full fourbags full four bags full four bags fullWriter(s): Christopher Weldon BallewLyrics powered by www.musixmatch.comFemale Yes Sir Sound Effects - 46 Female Yes Sir sounds for
Know who Charles Whitman was? None of you dumbasses knows? Private Cowboy?Private Cowboy: Sir, he was that guy who shot all those people from that tower in Austin, Texas, sir!Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: That's affirmative. Charles Whitman killed twelve people from a twenty-eight-story observation tower at the University of Texas from distances up to four hundred yards. Anybody know who Lee Harvey Oswald was? Private Snowball?Private Snowball: Sir, he shot Kennedy, sir!Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: That's right, and do you know how far away he was?Private Snowball: Sir, it was pretty far! From that book suppository building, sir!Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: All right, knock it off! Two hundred and fifty feet! He was two hundred and fifty feet away and shooting at a moving target. Oswald got off three rounds with an old Italian bolt action rifle in only six seconds and scored two hits, including a head shot! Do any of you people know where these individuals learned to shoot? Private Joker?Private Joker: Sir, in the Marines, sir!Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: In the Marines! Outstanding! Those individuals showed what one motivated marine and his rifle can do! And before you ladies leave my island, you will be able to do the same thing!Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Are you quitting on me? Well, are you? Then quit, you slimy fucking walrus-looking piece of shit! Get the fuck off of my obstacle! Get the fuck 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, Private Pyle, IF IT SHORT-DICKS EVERY CANNIBAL ON THE CONGO!Private Joker: [narrating] 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.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Pickett!Pickett: Sir, yes, sir!Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 0300. Infantry. Toe Jam!Toe Jam: Sir, yes, sir!Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 0300. Infantry. Adams!Adams: Sir, yes, sir!Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 1800. Engineers. You go out and find mines. Cowboy!Private Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir!Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 0300. Infantry. Taylor!Taylor: Sir, yes, sir!Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 0300. Infantry. Joker!Private Joker: Sir, yes, sir!Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 4212. Basic Military Journalism. You gotta be shittin'Yes, sir! Sir! Sir! Meme Sound Effect - Voicy
And the first quail calls Follow the drinkin' gourd For the old man’s awaiting for to carry you to freedom Follow the drinkin' gourd Follow, the drinkin' gourd Follow, the drinkin' gourd For the old man’s awaiting for to carry you to freedom Follow the drinkin' gourd The river bank, makes a mighty good road Dead trees, will show you the way Left foot, peg foot, travelin' on Follow the drinkin' gourd (Song continues, three more verses.) (SOUND CUE ENDS. PREACHER gestures for audience to sit, he sits. As song ends JOHN, MARY and ROBERT work bent over with rakes. BRODESS enters.) MARIAH: But Minty’s life was changed in an instant. NELSON: One of her brothers was working in the field. (BRODESS calls out.) BRODESS: John! (MINTY enters and watches from the background. OPTIONAL TRANSITION: MINTY #3 (MINTY/HARRIET) enters.) JOHN: (Looks up, terrified.) Yes, sir? BRODESS: Trader man here. You’re to join him down at the wagons. (ROBERT and others gasp. JOHN keeps head down, working furiously.) JOHN: No sir, no sir. I got work to do. So much work to do. BRODESS: Did you hear what I said? JOHN: Master, I been working as hard as I can. You see how hard I work! MARY: (Running in front of JOHN.) Master, you can’t take John! You can’t sell my husband! BRODESS: I can do what I please with my property! (BRODESS lifts a rake to throw at her and JOHN.) Out of my way! ROSA: When Minty saw that rake rising in the air... MARTIN: She couldn’t let Master take John. SAMUEL: And she couldn’t let Master hit Mary. MINTY: Noooooo! Note: This is a sample from the actual script. To review the entire play, order the PERUSAL SCRIPT (online instant download). Or to save 20% on the full. ⚡ Yes Sir Yes Sir Yes Sir Yes Sir Sound Effect (Kids) (HD) ⚡ Meme Sound Effects FREE TO USEComments
While?Private Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: What's your name, scumbag?Private Snowball: Sir, Private Brown, sir!Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit! From now on you're 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![Marching Song]Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I don't know but I been told...Marines: I don't know but I been told...Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Eskimo pussy is mighty cold.Marines: Eskimo pussy is mighty cold.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: MMM, good...Marines: MMM, good...Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Tastes good...Marines: Tastes Good...Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Feels Good.Marines: Feels good.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: You best unfuck yourself or I will unscrew your head and shit down your NECK!Animal Mother: Freedom?[scoffs]Animal Mother: 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".Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Do you think I'm cute, Private Pyle? Do you think I'm funny?Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, no, sir!Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Then wipe that disgusting grin off your face.Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir.[tries to stop smiling]Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Well, any fucking time, sweetheart!Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, I'm trying, sir.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Pyle I'm gonna give you three seconds; exactly three-fucking-seconds to wipe that stupid looking grin off your face or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-fuck you! ONE! TWO! THREE!Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, I can't help it, sir.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit! Get on your knees scumbag![Pyle drops down to his knees]Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Now choke yourself.[Pyle wraps his own hands around his throat]Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Goddamn it, with MY hand, numb-nuts![Pyle reaches for Hartman's hand]Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Don't pull my fucking hand over there! I said choke yourself; now lean forward and choke yourself![Pyle does so]Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Are you through grinning?Private Gomer Pyle: [gagging] Sir, yes, sir.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit, I can't hear you!Private Gomer Pyle: [louder] Sir, yes, sir.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit, I STILL can't hear you! Sound off like you've got a pair!Private Gomer Pyle: SIR, YES, SIR!Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: That's enough! Get on your feet. Private Pyle you had best square your ass away and start shitting me Tiffany cufflinks or I will definitely fuck you up!Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Do any of you people
2025-04-14Full Metal JacketEditGunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit. 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.[first lines]Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 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?Recruits: [In unison in a normal speaking tone] Sir, yes Sir.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit, I can't hear you. Sound off like you got a pair!Recruits: [In unison, much louder] 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 fucking beings. You are nothing but unorganized grab-asstic 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: Did your parents have any children that lived?Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I bet they regret that. You're so ugly you could be a modern art masterpiece! What's your name fat body?Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, Leonard Lawrence, sir.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Lawrence? Lawrence what... of Arabia?Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, no, sir.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: That name sounds like royalty. Are you royalty?Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, no, sir.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Do you suck dicks?Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, no, sir.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit. I bet you could suck a golf ball through a garden hose.Private Gomer 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 Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I bet you're the kind of guy that would fuck a person in the ass and not even have the goddamn common courtesy to give him a reach-around.
2025-03-25Lyrics ba ba black sheep have you any wool?yes sir yes sir one bag fullone little bag for the kid in the snowhe needs a pair of mittens and a hat for the coldba ba black sheep have you any wool?yes sir yes sir one bag fullba ba black sheep have you any wool?yes sir yes sir two bags fullone for the princess and one for her frogwaiting for the magic kiss on a hollow logba ba black sheep have you any wool?yes sir yes sir two bags full two bags fullba ba black sheep have you any wool?yes sir yes sir three bags fullone for my master and one for my dame onefor the little boy who lives down the laneba ba black sheep have you any wool?yes sir yes sir three bags full three bags full three bags fullba ba black sheep have you any wool?yes sir yes sir four bags fullone for the brave knight and one for his horseone for the farmers wife and an extra one of courageba ba black sheep have you any wool?yes sir yes sir four bags full fourbags full four bags full four bags fullWriter(s): Christopher Weldon BallewLyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
2025-03-27Know who Charles Whitman was? None of you dumbasses knows? Private Cowboy?Private Cowboy: Sir, he was that guy who shot all those people from that tower in Austin, Texas, sir!Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: That's affirmative. Charles Whitman killed twelve people from a twenty-eight-story observation tower at the University of Texas from distances up to four hundred yards. Anybody know who Lee Harvey Oswald was? Private Snowball?Private Snowball: Sir, he shot Kennedy, sir!Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: That's right, and do you know how far away he was?Private Snowball: Sir, it was pretty far! From that book suppository building, sir!Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: All right, knock it off! Two hundred and fifty feet! He was two hundred and fifty feet away and shooting at a moving target. Oswald got off three rounds with an old Italian bolt action rifle in only six seconds and scored two hits, including a head shot! Do any of you people know where these individuals learned to shoot? Private Joker?Private Joker: Sir, in the Marines, sir!Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: In the Marines! Outstanding! Those individuals showed what one motivated marine and his rifle can do! And before you ladies leave my island, you will be able to do the same thing!Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Are you quitting on me? Well, are you? Then quit, you slimy fucking walrus-looking piece of shit! Get the fuck off of my obstacle! Get the fuck 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, Private Pyle, IF IT SHORT-DICKS EVERY CANNIBAL ON THE CONGO!Private Joker: [narrating] 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.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Pickett!Pickett: Sir, yes, sir!Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 0300. Infantry. Toe Jam!Toe Jam: Sir, yes, sir!Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 0300. Infantry. Adams!Adams: Sir, yes, sir!Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 1800. Engineers. You go out and find mines. Cowboy!Private Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir!Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 0300. Infantry. Taylor!Taylor: Sir, yes, sir!Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 0300. Infantry. Joker!Private Joker: Sir, yes, sir!Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 4212. Basic Military Journalism. You gotta be shittin'
2025-04-12Walk the walk?Door Gunner: 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!Private Joker: Why should we do a story about you?Door Gunner: 'Cuz I'm so fuckin' good! I done got me 157 dead gooks killed. Plus 50 water buffalo, too! Them's all confirmed!Private Joker: Any women or children?Door Gunner: Sometimes!Private Joker: How can you shoot women or children?Door Gunner: Easy! Ya just don't lead 'em so much! Ain't war hell?Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Today... is Christmas! There will be a magic show at zero-nine-thirty! Chaplain Charlie will tell you about how the free world will conquer Communism with the aid of God and a few Marines! God has a hard-on for Marines because we kill everything we see! He plays His games, we play ours! To show our appreciation for so much power, we keep heaven packed with fresh souls! God was here before the Marine Corps! So you can give your heart to Jesus, but your ass belongs to the Corps! Do you ladies understand?Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Where the hell are you from anyway, private?Private Cowboy: Sir, Texas, sir.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Holy dog shit! 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 guy who would fuck a person in the ass and not even have the goddamn common courtesy to give him a reach-around. I'll be watching you![last lines]Private Joker: [voice-over] My thoughts drift back to erect nipple wet dreams about Mary Jane Rottencrotch and the Great Homecoming Fuck Fantasy. I am so happy that I am alive, in one piece and short. I'm in a world of shit... yes. But I am alive. And I am not afraid.Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Joker, do you believe in the Virgin Mary?Private Joker: Sir, no, sir!Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Well, well, Private Joker, I don't believe I heard you correctly!Private Joker: Sir, the private said "no, sir," sir!Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Why you little maggot, you make me want to vomit![slaps Joker]Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: You Goddamn communist heathen, you had best sound off that you
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