Full Metal Jacket1987

Joker:
[under his breath, imitating John Wayne] Is that you, John Wayne? Is this me?

Hartman:
[hearing him] Who said that? Who the f*** said that?! [crossing toward Joker's end of the barracks] Who's the slimy little Communist sh*t twinkle-toed cocksucker down here who just signed his own death warrant? Nobody, huh? The fairy f***ing godmother said it. Out-f***ing-standing. I will PT you all until you f***ing die! I'll PT you until your a**holes are sucking buttermilk! [to Cowboy] Was it you, you scroungy little f***, huh?!

Cowboy:
Sir, no, sir!

Hartman:
You little piece of sh*t, you look like a f***ing worm! I'll bet it was you!

Cowboy:
Sir, no, sir!

Joker:
Sir, I said it, sir!

Hartman:
Well, no sh*t. What have we got here? A f***ing comedian. Private Joker. I admire your honesty. Hell, I like you. You can come over to my house and f*** my sister. [punches Joker in the gut; he falls to his knees] You little scumbag! 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! [Joker does so] You had best un-f*** yourself, or I will unscrew your head and sh*t down your neck!

Joker:
Sir, yes, sir!

Hartman:
Private Joker, why did you join my beloved Corps?

Joker:
Sir, to kill, sir!

Hartman:
So you're a killer.

Joker:
Sir, yes, sir!

Hartman:
Let me see your war face.

Joker:
Sir?

Hartman:
You got a war face? [gives a fierce yell] That's a war face! Now let me see your war face! [Joker gives one with a not-so-convincingly-fierce yell] Bullshit! You didn't convince me. Let me see your real war face! [Joker gives a louder, more convincing fierce yell, but Hartman is not impressed] You don't scare me. Work on it.

Joker:
Sir, yes, sir!