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The Captain: "Sgt. Levi. You'll have to drill them louder. No swine can hear it. You'll have to shout! Can't you shout? But you're usually such a literate person!" —On The Barrack Yard, caricature by Heinrich Zille.

Welcome to the ranch, you little shitbags. I see some of you looking around, takin' it all in. Maybe you're looking for the pool. Guess what? Ain't got one! What we do have is seventy miles of murderous obstacle course, snaking over the most twisted hellscape ever conceived. Pokemon go in. You know what comes out the other side? MOTHERFUCKERS! —"The Gabriel Method", Penny Arcade

"My name is Gunnery Sergeant Highway and I've drunk more beer and pissed more blood, banged more quiff and busted more ass, than all you numbnuts put together." —Heartbreak Ridge

Gunnery Sergeant 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: Sir, Yes, Sir! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit, I can't hear you! Sound off like you got a pair! Recruits: SIR, YES, SIR! —Full Metal Jacket

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 are the lowest form of life on earth. You are not even human fucking beings. You are nothing but unorganized grabastic 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? —Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, Full Metal Jacket, extended version of the page quote from the Drill Sergeant Nasty entry

Private Pyle, I'm gonna give you three seconds, exactly three fuckin' seconds to wipe that stupid looking grin off your face or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-fuck you! —Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, Full Metal Jacket

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. You little scumbag! —Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, Full Metal Jacket just before punching Private Joker in the gut and bringing him to his knees.

I got your name! I 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! —Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, Full Metal Jacket just after punching Joker in the gut.

Are you quitting on me? Well, are you? Then quit, you slimy fucking walrus-looking piece of shit! Get the fuck off of my obstacle! Get the fuck down off of my obstacle! Now! Move it! Or I'm going to rip your balls off, so you cannot contaminate the rest of the world! I will motivate you, Private Pyle, IF IT SHORT-DICKS EVERY CANNIBAL ON THE CONGO! —Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, Full Metal Jacket

Drill Sergeant: WHAT'S YOUR SOLE PURPOSE IN THIS ARMY? Forrest Gump: To do whatever you tell me, Drill Sergeant? Drill Sergeant: GODDAMMIT, GUMP! YOU'RE A GODDAMN GENIUS! THAT'S THE BEST OUTSTANDING ANSWER I'VE EVER HEARD! YOU MUST HAVE A GODDAMN I.Q. OF 160! YOU ARE GODDAMNED GIFTED, PRIVATE GUMP!

Drill Sergeant: GUUUUUUMP! WHY DID YOU PUT THAT WEAPON TOGETHER SO QUICKLY, GUMP? Forrest Gump: You told me to, Drill Sergeant? Drill Sergeant: JESUS H. CHRIST! This is a new company record! If it wouldn't be a waste of such a damn fine enlisted man, I'd recommend you for OCS, Private Gump! YOU ARE GONNA BE A GENERAL SOMEDAY, GUMP, NOW DISASSEMBLE YOUR WEAPON AND CONTINUE!

In space, no one can hear you scream, unless it is the war cry of a U.S. Marine! —Sergeant Major Frank Bougus, Space: Above and Beyond

I have personally killed 6,078 men in cold blood while looking them in the eye; jumped on 1,455 live grenades; and stuffed fourteen feet of my own intestine back into my stomach. If that doesn't scare you out of your frilly pink leotards, guess what: You are an idiot and you hate America. —The Soldier, Team Fortress 2

Front-leaning rest position, MOVE! —So, so many, Fort Benning, GA

You better fucking play so good you've never played that good before! Now fucking hit this mob! Hard! The next idiot fuck who goes and aggros something he ain't supposed to is not getting any item for the next two fucking weeks, not to mention 200 minus fucking DKP! Is that enough fucking motivation for you to fucking play proper?! —Dives, Wipe Club.

If fighting is sure to result in victory, then you must fight! Sun Tzu said that, and I'd say he knows a little more about fighting than you do, pal, because he invented it! And then he perfected it so that no living man could best him in the ring of honour! Then he used his fight money to buy two of every animal on earth, and then he herded them onto a boat, and then he beat the crap out of every single one! And from that day forward any time a bunch of animals are together in one place it's called a zoo! Unless it's a farm! —The Soldier, Team Fortress 2

YOU MOR-OOOOON, You are not to question my orders! When I say jump, YOU JUMP! When I say fight, YOU FIGHT! When I tell to you to die for your country, then you WILL certainly DIE! HAVE I MADE MYSELF CLEAR?! —Sergeant Arch Dornan, Fallout 2

If I like you, you can call me Sarge. But guess what? I DON'T LIKE YOU!! DO YOU UNDERSTAAAND?!! —Sergeant Arch Dornan, Fallout 2

This epic conversation takes place about 5 minutes into the movie.

Hartman: What's your excuse? Pvt Cowboy: Sir, excuse for what, sir? Hartman: I'm asking the fucking questions here private do you understand? Pvt Cowboy: Sir yes sir! Hartman: Well thank you very much, can I be in charge for a while? Pvt Cowboy: Sir yes sir! Hartman: Are you shook up, are you nervous? Pvt Cowboy: Sir, I am, sir. Hartman: Do I make you nervous? Pvt Cowboy: Sir? Hartman: Sir what? were you about to call me an asshole? Pvt Cowboy: Sir no sir! Hartman: How tall are you private? Pvt Cowboy: Sir, 5'9", sir Hartman: 5'9", I didn't know they stacked shit that high, you trying to squeeze an inch in on me somewhere huh?! Pvt Cowboy: Sir no sir! Hartman: BULLSHIT! It looks to me like the best part ran down the crack of your mama's 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, Private? Pvt Cowboy: Sir, Texas, sir! Hartman: HOLY DOGSHIT! Texas? Only steers and queers come from Texas, Private Cowboy, and you don't much look like a steer to me so that kind of narrows it down. Do you suck dicks? Pvt Cowboy: Sir no sir! Hartman: Are you a peanut popper? Pvt Cowboy: Sir no sir! Hartman: I'll bet you're the kind of guy that would fuck a person in the ass and not even have the god damned courtesy of giving him a reacharound. I'll be watching you! —Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, Full Metal Jacket, showing the new recruits why he is the standard which all other Drill Sergeant Nasties are measured against.

This is so cool! I get to call that girl maggot! —Kennedy going Meta

Shut up or I will kill you! You hear me? Shut up or I will physically kill you! —Coach Bradley Buzzcutt threatening his students, Beavis and Butthead

The noncomissioned officers who presided over the training of the fledgling soldiers and sailors-sergeants in the Army and Marines, petty officers in the navy-were monsters unlike the recruits had ever seen. To the recruits it often seemed that the only object of these drillmasters was to make life miserable —-Time-Life World War Two series,The Home Front: USA