Why you little maggot, you make me want to vomit! Well, well, Private Joker, I don't believe I heard you correctly! Private Joker, do you believe in the Virgin Mary? And my orders are to weed out all non-hackers who do not pack the gear to serve in my beloved Corps. I do not look down on niggers, kikes, wops or greasers. But the more you hate me, the more you will learn. You are nothing but unorganized grab-asstic pieces of amphibian shit! Because I am hard, you will not like me. You are the lowest form of life on Earth. You will be a minister of death praying for war. If you ladies leave my island, if you survive recruit training, you will be a weapon. Do you maggots understand that?īullshit, I can't hear you. From now on you will speak only when spoken to, and the first and last words out of your filthy sewers will be 'Sir'.
I am Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, your senior drill instructor.