Lyrics to Over and Over Again God Is Faithful
Full Metallic Jacket is a 1987 picture that follows a grouping 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 by Gustav Hasford.
In Vietnam, the air current doesn't accident. It sucks. taglines
Today, you lot people are no longer maggots. Today, you are Marines. Yous're part of a brotherhood. From now on, until the day y'all die, wherever you lot are, every Marine is your brother. Most of yous will go to Vietnam. Some of you will not come back. But e'er remember this: Marines die. That's what we're here for. Only the Marine Corps lives forever and that means yous live forever.
The deadliest weapon in the globe is a Marine and his burglarize. It is your killer instinct which must be harnessed if yous expect to survive in gainsay. Your burglarize is only a tool. It is a hard heart that kills. If your killer instincts are not clean and strong, y'all will hesitate at the moment of truth. Yous volition not kill. You lot will become expressionless Marines. And and so you volition be in a world of shit. Considering Marines are not allowed to die without permission!
These are peachy days nosotros're living, bros. We are jolly green giants, walking the World with guns. These people we wasted hither today are the finest man beings we volition e'er know. Later on we rotate back to the world, we're gonna miss not having anyone around that's worth shooting.
I am then happy that I am live, in one piece and short. I'thou 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 now on, yous will speak only when spoken to, and the kickoff and last words out of your filthy sewers will be "sir." Practice y'all maggots understand that?
- Recruits: Sir, yeah, sir!
- Hartman: Bullshit! I can't hear y'all. Audio off like you got a pair.
- Recruits: SIR, Yeah, SIR!
- Hartman: If you ladies leave my island, if you lot survive recruit preparation, you will exist a weapon. You will be a minister of death, praying for war. Merely until that day, you are pukes. You are the lowest grade of life on Earth. You are non even human fucking beings. You are nix simply unorganized, grab-asstic pieces of amphibian shit. Because I am hard, y'all will non like me. But the more than you hate me, the more you volition larn. 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 lot are all equally worthless. And my orders are to weed out all non-hackers who do not pack the gear to serve in my dear Corps!
- Joker: [under 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'due south end of the barracks] Who's the slimy little Communist shit twinkle-toed cocksucker downward hither who only signed his own death warrant? Nobody, huh? The fairy fucking godmother said it. Out-fucking-standing. I will PT y'all all until y'all fucking dice! I'll PT yous until your assholes are sucking buttermilk! [to Cowboy] Was it you, you scroungy little fuck, huh?!
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: You lot little slice of shit, yous wait like a fucking worm! I'll bet information technology 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 y'all. Y'all tin come over to my house and fuck my sister. [punches Joker in the gut; he falls to his knees] You petty scumbag! I got your name! I got your ass! You will non express mirth! You will not cry! You will larn by the numbers! I will teach y'all! At present get up! Get on your feet! [Joker does and then] You had best united nations-fuck yourself, or I will unscrew your head and shit down your neck!
- Joker: Sir, yep, sir!
- Hartman: Private Joker, why did y'all join my dearest Corps?
- Joker: Sir, to kill, sir!
- Hartman: And then y'all're a killer.
- Joker: Sir, yeah, sir!
- Hartman: Let me run across your war face.
- Joker: Sir?
- Hartman: You got a state of war face? [gives a fierce yell] That's a war face! At present let me run into your state of war face! [Joker gives one with a not-so-convincingly-fierce yell] Bullshit! You didn't convince me. Allow me see your real war face! [Joker gives a louder, more than convincing violent yell, but Hartman is not impressed] You don't scare me. Work on it.
- Joker: Sir, yeah, sir!
- Hartman: What'southward your excuse?
- Cowboy: Sir, excuse for what, sir?
- Hartman: I'chiliad asking the fuckin' questions hither, Individual! Do y'all empathize?
- Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Well, cheers very much! Tin I exist in accuse for a while?
- Cowboy: Sir, yep, sir!
- Hartman: Are y'all shook up? Are you nervous?
- Cowboy: Sir, I am, sir!
- Hartman: Do I brand yous nervous?
- Cowboy: Sir!
- Hartman: "Sir" what? Are yous most to telephone call me an asshole?
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: How tall are y'all, Individual?
- Cowboy: Sir, 5-foot-ix, sir!
- Hartman: Five-foot-nine? I didn't know they stacked shit that loftier! You trying to squeeze an inch in on me somewhere, huh?!
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Bullshit! It looks to me like the best office of yous ran down the crack of your mama'south ass and ended up as a brown stain on the mattress! I think you've been cheated! Where in the hell are you from anyway, Individual?
- Cowboy: Sir, Texas, sir!
- Hartman: Holy dogshit! Texas? Only steers and queers come up from Texas, Private Cowboy, and you lot don't much look like a steer to me, so that kinda narrows it down. Do you suck dicks?
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Are you a peter-puffer?!
- Cowboy: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: I'll bet you're the kinda guy that would fuck a person in the donkey, and not even have the goddamn common courtesy to give him a achieve-around. I'll be watching you.
- Hartman: Left shoulder, hut! [Lawrence briefly hikes his rifle to his correct shoulder and corrects himself, simply Hartman notices the error, and angrily marches to him] Private Pyle, what are yous trying to do to my beloved Corps?!
- Lawrence: Sir, I don't know, sir!
- Hartman: You are impaired, Private Pyle, but practice you await me to believe that you don't know left from correct?!
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Then you lot 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 sure, Individual Pyle?!
- Lawrence: Sir, yeah, sir!
- Hartman: [slaps Individual Lawrence's right cheek; knocking his cover off] What side was that, Individual Pyle?!
- Lawrence: [barely holding it together] Sir, correct side, sir!
- Hartman: Don't fuck with me over again, Pyle! Pick up your fuckin' comprehend.
- Lawrence: Sir, aye, sir!
- Hartman: Tonight, you pukes will sleep with your rifles. You will requite your rifle a girl'southward name, considering this is the but pussy you people are going to become. Your days of finger-banging quondam Mary Jane Rottencrotch through her purty pink panties are over! You're married to this piece, this weapon of iron and wood. And you will exist true-blue! Port, hut! [Recruits take hold of their rifles] Prepare to mount! [Recruits footstep dorsum towards their bunks.] Mountain! [Recruits chop-chop hop onto their bunks] Port, hut! [Recruits catch their rifles and agree them upwardly] 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 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 land. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life. And so exist information technology, 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 nighttime, ladies.
- Recruits: Good night, sir!
- Hartman: [to Dark Watchman] Striking it, sweetheart.
- Night Watchman: Sir, yep-aye, sir!
- Hartman: Next two privates, go! Apace! [To Lawrence as he struggles on an obstacle course] Go your fat donkey over there, Individual Pyle. Oh, that'due south right, Private Pyle. Don't make any fucking effort to get up to the top of the fucking obstacle! If God wanted you upwardly in that location, He would've miracled your ass up there by now, wouldn't he?
- Lawrence: Sir, aye, sir!
- Hartman: Become your fat ass up there, Pyle!
- Lawrence: Sir, aye, sir!
- Hartman: What the Hell is the matter with you anyhow? I'll bet y'all if there was some pussy up there on top of that obstacle...
- Lawrence: [falling off once more] Shit!
- Hartman: ...you could get upward in that location, couldn't you?
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Your ass looks like about 150 pounds of chewed bubble gum, Pyle! You know that?
- Lawrence: Sir, yeah, sir!
- Hartman: [To Privates Joker and Cowboy] As soon as y'all finish your bunks, I want yous 2 turds to make clean the caput.
- Joker & Cowboy: Sir, aye-yeah, sir!
- Hartman: I want that caput and then sanitary and squared away that the Virgin Mary herself would be proud to become in there and have a dump.
- Joker & Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Private Joker, do y'all 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 piffling maggot; You make me wanna vomit! [Slaps Joker beyond the face up] Y'all Goddamn communist heathen. Y'all had best sound off that you lot dear The Virgin Mary, or I'm gonna stomp your guts out! Now, you exercise beloved The Virgin Mary, don't you?
- Joker: Sir, negative, sir!
- Hartman: Private Joker, are yous trying to offend me?
- Joker: Sir, negative, sir! Sir, the individual believes that any answer he gives will be wrong, and the Senior Drill Instructor will beat him harder if he reverses himself, sir!
- Hartman: Who's your squad leader, scumbag?
- Joker: Sir, the private's squad leader is Private Snowball, sir!
- Hartman: Private Snowball!
- Snowball: Sir, Private Snowball reporting as ordered, sir!
- Hartman: Private Snowball, y'all're fired. Private Joker is promoted to squad leader.
- Hartman: [inspecting recruits' finger/toenails, as they stand up on their footlockers] Trim 'em. Toe jam. Popular that blister. [sees Lawrence's footlocker is not secured] Jesus H. Christ. Individual Pyle, why is your footlocker unlocked?!
- Lawrence: Sir, I don't know, sir!
- Hartman: Private Pyle, if there is 1 affair in this world that I hate, it is an unlocked footlocker! You lot know that, don't y'all?!
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: If it wasn't for dickheads similar you, at that place wouldn't be whatever thievery in this world, would in that location?!
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: GET Downward! [Lawrence steps down; Hartman opens the footlocker] Well, at present! Permit's simply see if there'south anything missing! [rummages through it; finds a jelly donut] Holy Jesus. What is that? What the fuck is that? [holds it up in Lawrence'southward 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 here?
- Lawrence: Sir, I took information technology from the mess hall, sir!
- Hartman: Is chow allowed in the billet, Private Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: Are you immune to eat jelly donuts, Individual Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, no, sir!
- Hartman: And why not, Private Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, considering I'one thousand likewise heavy, sir!
- Hartman: Because you are a disgusting fat trunk, Individual Pyle!
- Lawrence: Sir, yes, sir!
- Hartman: Then why did y'all hide a jelly donut in your footlocker, Individual Pyle?
- Lawrence: Sir, because I was hungry, sir!
- Hartman: Because you were hungry? [pacing the barracks, yet belongings the donut] Private Pyle has dishonored himself and dishonored the platoon! I accept tried to assistance him, but I have failed! I have failed because yous have not helped me! You people have not given Private Pyle the proper motivation! So, from now on, whenever Individual Pyle fucks upwardly, I volition not punish him! I will punish all of you! And the way I see information technology, ladies, you owe me for one jelly doughnut! Now get on your faces! [to Lawrence] Open your oral cavity! [Lawrence does so and Hartman shoves the doughnut into his mouth] They're payin' for it, yous swallow it! [to recruits] Gear up, exercise!
- Recruits beside Pyle: [doing push-ups] 1-two-3-4! I honey Marine Corps! 1-two-3-4! I love Marine Corps! 1-2-iii-4! I love Marine Corps! 1-two-3-four! I love Marine Corps! 1-2-3-4!
- Hartman: [referring to Lee Harvey Oswald and Charles Whitman] Practise whatsoever 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 rifle can exercise! And earlier you ladies go out my island, you will all exist able to do the same thing!
- Joker: [narrating] Our last dark on the island. I draw fire watch.
- [Joker goes into the head to detect Private Lawrence sitting on a head with his rifle and loading rounds into a magazine]
- Lawrence: [smiles eerily] Hiii... Joker.
- Joker: [alarmed] Are those... live rounds?
- Lawrence: Seven-six-two millimeter. Full metallic jacket.
- Joker: [shaken] Leonard... if Hartman comes in here and catches us... nosotros'll both exist in a world 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 magazine into the burglarize, chambers a circular] Society, hut! [smartly brings the rifle downward to the "club arms" position] This is my rifle! At that place are many similar it merely this one is mine! My rifle is my best friend! It is my life!
- [Other recruits wake up; Hartman storms out of his bedroom]
- Hartman: [to recruits] Get dorsum in your bunks!
- Lawrence: I must primary it every bit 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 proper name of Jesus H. Christ are you animals doing in my head?! [to Joker] Why is Private Pyle out of his bunk after lights-out?! Why is Private Pyle property that weapon?! Why aren't y'all stomping Private Pyle's guts out?!
- Joker: Sir, information technology is the private's duty to inform the senior drill instructor that Individual Pyle has a full magazine and has locked and loaded, sir!
- Hartman: [calmly and sternly, to Lawrence] Now, you heed to me, Private Pyle, and yous mind good. I want that weapon, and I want it now. You will place that rifle on the deck at your anxiety and pace dorsum away 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 Yous Plenty Attention WHEN YOU WERE A CHILD?! [shoots and kills him, then swings the butt slowly upwardly toward Joker]
- Joker: Easy, Leonard. Go easy, human. [Lawrence lowers it, sits on a head, and puts the muzzle in his oral fissure] [alarmed] NO!! [Lawrence pulls the trigger, killing himself and splattering his brains across the wall]
- Da Nang Hooker: Hey, baby. You got girlfriend Vietnam?
- Joker: Not just this minute.
- Hooker: Well, baby, me so horny. Me so horny! Me honey y'all long fourth dimension. Y'all party?
- Joker: Yeah, we might party. How much?
- [Helicopter Door Gunner opens burn down, and Rafterman is uncomfortably nauseous]
- Door Gunner: Get some! Become some! [continues firing] Get some! Go some! Yeah! Yep! Get some! Go some! Come up on! Come on! [continues firing] Go some! [continues firing] Ha-ha! Get some, baby! Get some! Get some! Go some! Go some! Get some! Come up on! Get it! Come on! Get some! Get some! Yeah-yeah-yeah! I've got you, mother! [stops firing] Ha-ha! [looks at Joker and Raftman] Anyone who runs is a VC! Anyone who stands still is a well-disciplined VC! [laughs] Yous guys oughta do a story about me sometime!
- Joker: Why should we do a story most y'all?!
- Door Gunner: 'Crusade I'm and so fuckin' expert! That ain't no shit, neither! I've done got me 157 dead gooks killed. And 50 h2o buffaloes, too! Them're all certified!
- Joker: Whatever women or children?!
- Door Gunner: Sometimes!
- Joker: How can you shoot women and children?!
- [Rafterman gags in disgust]
- Door Gunner: Easy! You merely don't lead 'em so much! [laughs] Own't war Hell?
- Colonel: Marine, what is that button on your body armor?
- Joker: A peace symbol, sir.
- Colonel: Where'd you become it?
- Joker: I don't remember, sir.
- Colonel: What is that you've got written on your helmet?
- Joker: "Built-in to kill", sir.
- Colonel: Y'all write "born to kill" on your helmet, and you article of clothing a peace button. What'southward that supposed to be, some kind of ill joke?
- Joker: No, sir.
- Colonel: What is it supposed to mean?
- Joker: I don't know, sir.
- Colonel: You lot don't know very much, do you?
- Joker: No, sir.
- Colonel: You better become your caput and your ass wired together, or I volition accept a giant shit on y'all.
- Joker: Yes, sir.
- Colonel: Now answer my question, or you'll be standing tall 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 man; The Jungian thing, sir.
- Colonel: Whose side are you lot on, son?
- Joker: Our side, sir.
- Colonel: Don't you dearest your state?
- Joker: Yes, sir.
- Colonel: Then how 'bout getting with the plan? Why don't you jump on the team and come up on in for the big win?
- Joker: Yes, sir.
- Colonel: Son, all I've ever asked of my Marines is for them to obey my orders as they would the discussion of God. We are here to assistance the Vietnamese, because inside every gook, there is an American trying to go out. It's a hard-ball earth, son. We've gotta attempt to continue our heads until this peace craze blows over.
- Joker: [salutes] Aye-yeah, sir.
Taglines [edit]
- In Vietnam, the wind doesn't blow. It sucks.
- Vietnam can kill me, but it tin't make me care.
Cast [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 - Private Snowball
- Tim Colceri - Doorgunner
- Gil Kopel - Stork
External links [edit]
- Full Metallic Jacket quotes
- Full Metal Jacket quotes at the Net Movie Database
- Full Metal Jacket at Rotten Tomatoes
Source: https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Full_Metal_Jacket
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