The king of the put-down, i give you...
The best of Gunnery Sergeant Hartman
Are you quitting on me? Well, are you? Then quit, you slimy farking walrus-looking piece of shit. Get the feck off of my obstacle. Get the feck down off of my obstacle. Now. Move it. 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.
There is no racial bigotry here. I do not look down on niggers, kikes, wops or greasers. Here you are all equally worthless.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: How tall are you, private?
Private Cowboy: Sir, five-foot-nine, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Five-foot-nine, I didn't know they stacked shit that high.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Who said that? Who the feck said that? Who's the slimy little communist shit, twinkle-toed cocksucker down here who just signed his own death warrant? Nobody, huh? The fairy farking godmother said it. Out-farking-standing. I will PT you all until you farking die. I'll PT you until your assholes are sucking buttermilk.
Joker you better unfuck yourself before I unscrew your head and shit down your neck!
Were you born a fat, slimy, scumbag puke pieca' shit Private Pyle, or did you have to work on it?
I'll bet you're the kind of guy that would feck a person in the ass and not even have the goddam common courtesy to give him a reach-around.
Private Pyle I'm gonna give you three seconds; exactly three-farking-seconds to wipe that stupid looking grin off your face or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-feck you!
Private Pyle you had best square your ass away and start shitting me Tiffany cufflinks or I will definitely feck you up.
It looks to me like the best part of you ran down the crack of your mama's ass and ended up as a brown stain on the mattress.
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. Do you suck dicks?
You're so ugly you could be a modern art masterpiece.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: What's your excuse?
Private Cowboy: Sir, excuse for what, sir?
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I'm asking the farking questions here private. Do you understand?
Private Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Well thank you very much, can I be in charge for a while?
Private Cowboy: Sir, yes, sir.
what i love best about sergeant hartman is the bloke who played him was a real sergeant and ad-libbed his lines.
he should do management training courses or somethin'.