Etikettarkiv: War

Hot Shots!

Hot shots – höjdarna! (1991)

Admiral Benson:
[while standing on top of the aircraft carrier, his cap blew off and landed in the ocean]
Holy Cow! My cap blew off! Swing her round. We’ll pick it up.
Officer:
But, sir, we’re on the mission.
Admiral Benson:
Good thinking. We’ll pick it up on the way back. We gotta mark the spot, though. Put Robinowitz in a life raft. Have him row in circles until we return.
Officer:
It could be days.
Admiral Benson:
Then put some food in the life raft, for god’s sake, man. Do I have to think of everything? We’ll tape his favorite shows, he won’t miss anything.

Fortsätt läsa Hot shots – höjdarna! (1991)

Full Metal Jacket

Full metal jacket (1987)

[first lines]

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:
[In unison in a normal speaking tone]
Sir, yes Sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
Bullshit, I can’t hear you. Sound off like you got a pair!
Recruits:
[In unison, much louder]
SIR, YES SIR!
Gunnery Sergeant 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 are the lowest form of life on Earth. You are not even human fucking beings. You are nothing but unorganized grab-asstic 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?

Fortsätt läsa Full metal jacket (1987)