The D.I.

TSgt Moore:
Private Owens! Was the sand flea you killed male or female?

Pvt. Owens:
Male, sir!

TSgt Moore:
Then this ain't it. Keep looking.

TSgt Moore:
Out on that drill field yesterday, you people were miserable. You people ain't even a mob. A mob's got a leader. You people are a herd. I'm gonna get me a sheep dog!

Sgt. Braver:
What's your idea of the perfect woman?

TSgt Moore:
A good looking blonde swinger who runs a liquor store.

TSgt Moore:
[shouting] If your brains were made of dynamite you couldn't blow your nose!

TSgt Moore:
Why don't you take a long walk on a short pier?

Pvt. Owens:
I have a headache, sir.

TSgt Moore:
You don't have a headache. Only your Drill Instructor is allowed to have headaches. I have 72 of them.

TSgt Moore:
You ain't gonna eat no bread, no corn, no pie, cake, desserts of any kind. No whole milk, no beans, no butter, no sugar, no potatoes, candy, ice cream, salad dressing or peanut butter... You came here with nothing but fat. You're gonna leave here with nothing but muscle.

TSgt Moore:
[after beating Joey in a short fight] The next time you jump me, Joey, you make it look like something.

TSgt Moore:
Rodriguez, if you were completely surrounded this morning by an enemy force of five hundred men, what would you do?

Pvt. Rodriguez:
Kill 'em, sir!

TSgt Moore:
The deadliest weapon in the world is the United States Marine and his M1!

TSgt Moore:
There must be a man under that baby powder.

TSgt Moore:
Your rifle is your best friend! You let it down, it will surely let you down!