| G/Sgt. Hartman: Private Pyle, I'm going to give you three seconds. Exactly three f***ing seconds to wipe that stupid looking grin off you face, or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skullf*** you! One! Two! Three!
Pte. Pyle: Sir, I can't help it, sir!"
G/Sgt. Hartman: Bulls***! Get on your knees scumbag!
Animal Mother: If I'm going to get my balls blown off for a word, my word is...poontang.
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'Truth. Duty. Valour.
Blow out you bugles over the rich dead
There's none of these so lonely and poor of old
But dying has made us rarer gifts than gold'
Inscription on the top of the Memorial Arch at RMC Kingston
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