Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: How tall are you private?
Private: Sir, five foot nine, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Five foot nine, I didn't know they stacked shit that high!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: You had best un-fuck yourself or I will unscrew your head and shit down your neck!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Do you suck dick, private?
Pvt Pyle: Sir no sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit! I bet you could suck a golf ball through a garden hose.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 250 feet. He was 250 feet away and shooting at a moving target. Oswald got off three rounds with an old Italian bolt action rifle in only six seconds, and scored two hits, including a head shot.
Helicopter gunner: Anyone that runs is V.C. Anyone that stands still is well disciplined V.C.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Where in the hell are you from anyway, private?
Private: Sir, Texas, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Holy dog shit, Texas! Only steers and queers come from Texas, private Cowboy! And you don't look much like a steer to me so that kinda narrows it down.
Pvt. Joker: Are those live rounds Leonard?
Pvt. Pyle: 7.62 millimeter. Full metal jacket.
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 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.
Pvt. Joker: How could you shoot women, children?
Helicopter gunner: Easy. Ya just don't lead 'em so much. Hahaha. Ain't war hell?
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Joker is silly and ignorant, but he's got guts. And guts is enough.
Answer: It was Gustav Hasford's idea. It happened in the original book that the story is based on, "The Short Timers."
Captain Defenestrator