Full Metal Jacket - Drill Instructor speaks | Текст песни

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• Full Metal Jacket
• Drill Instructor speaks

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) Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN Bullshit! I can't hear you. Sound off like you got a pair.

RECRUITS (louder) Sir, yes, sir!

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're the lowest form of life on Earth. You are not even human fucking beings!
You are nothing but unorganized grabasstic 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?

RECRUITS (in unison) Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN Bullshit! I can't hear you!

RECRUITS (louder) Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN What's your name, scumbag?

SNOWBALL (shouting) Sir, Private Brown, sir!

HARTMAN Bullshit! From now on you're Private Snowball! Do you like that name?

SNOWBALL (shouting) Sir, yes, sir!

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!

SNOWBALL Sir, yes, sir!

JOKER (whispering) Is that you, John Wayne? Is this me?

HARTMAN Who said that? Who the fuck said that? Who's the slimy little communist shit
twinkle-toed cocksucker down here, who just signed his own death warrant? Nobody, huh?!
The fairy fucking godmother said it! Out-fucking- standing! I will P.T. you all until you
fucking die! I'll P.T. you until your assholes are sucking buttermilk.

HARTMAN Was it you, you scroungy little fuck, huh?!

COWBOY Sir, no, sir!

HARTMAN You little piece of shit! You look 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 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.

HARTMAN You little scumbag! I've got your name! I've got your ass! 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 unfuck yourself or I will unscrew your head and
shit down your neck!

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 war face!

JOKER Sir?

HARTMAN You've got a war face? Aaaaaaaagh! That's a war face. Now let me see your war face!

JOKER Aaaaaaaagh!

HARTMAN Bullshit! You didn't convince me! Let me see your real war face!

JOKER Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!

HARTMAN You didn't scare me! Work on it!

JOKER Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN What's your excuse?

COWBOY Sir, excuse for what, sir?

HARTMAN I'm asking the fucking questions here, Private. Do you understand?!

COWBOY Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN Well thank you very much! Can I be in charge for a while?

COWBOY Sir, yes, sir!

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