Gunnery SGT Hartman: "Tonight, you pukes will sleep with your rifles. You will give your rifle a girl's name, because this is the only
you people are going to get. Your days of fingerbanging Mary Jane Rottencrotch through her pretty pink panties are OVER! You're married to this piece. This weapon of iron and wood. And you will be faithful!"
Gunnery SGT Hartman: "PRAY!!"
Recruits: "This is my rifle! There are many like it, but this one is mine! My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it, like I master my life. Without me, my rifle is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true! 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 rifle and myself are defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life! So be it! Until there is no enemy! But Peace! And that!"
Gunnery SGT Hartman: "AT EASE! Good night, Ladies!"
Recruits: "Good night, SIR!"
Gunnery SGT Hartman: "You had best square your ass away and start shitting me Tiffany cufflinks, or I will definitely
you up!"
Gunnery SGT Hartman: "Private Joker why did you join my beloved Corps?"
Private Joker: "Sir, to kill sir!"
Gunnery SGT Hartman: "So you're a killer?"
Private Joker: "Sir, yes sir!"
Gunnery SGT Hartman: "Let me see your war face."
Private Joker: "Sir?"
Gunnery SGT Hartman: "You got a war face? AHHHHHHHH! That's a war face. Now let me see your war face."
Private Joker: "Ahh!"
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: B******t you didn't convince me. Let me see your real warface.
Private Joker: Ahhhh!
Gunnery SGT Hartman: "You don't scare me; WORK ON IT!"
Private Joker: "Sir, yes sir!"