Animal Mother: Hey, Jungle bunny. Thank God for the sickle cell, huh? Private Eightball: Yeah, Mother.
Animal Mother: I'm going first. Private Eightball: Now, back off, white bread! Don't get between a dog and his meat. Animal Mother: All fucking niggers must fucking hang! [responds to protests] Animal Mother: Hey, hey, I won't be long! I'll skip the ...
Chili: You weren't on Operation Hastings, Payback. You weren't even in country. Private Payback: Oh, eat shit and die, you fucking Spanish American. You fucking *pogue*! I was there man! I was in the shit with the grunts!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Pick 'em up and set 'em down Pyle!
Vietcong Sniper: Shoot... me. Sh-oooot... me...
Private Joker: A day without blood is like a day without sunshine.
[at the Firing Range, Pvt. Pyle is shooting at the targets, doing an impressive job while Hartman watches] Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Outstanding, Private Pyle. I think we finally found something that you do well. Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir!
Animal Mother: Well, if you ask me, uh, we're shooting the wrong gooks.
T.H.E. Rock: You're going home now. Crazy Earl: Semper fi. Donlon: We're mean marines, sir. Private Eightball: Go easy, bros. Animal Mother: Better you than me.
Private Payback: Joker ain't never been in the shit. He thinks "The Bad Bush" is between old mama-san's legs.
[being interviewed] Animal Mother: What do I think about the U.S. involvement in the war? I think we should win it.
[the recruits have administered a "sock party" beating on Private Pyle] Private Cowboy: Remember, this was all just a bad dream, fat boy!
Doc Jay: Cowboy! Private Cowboy: What? Doc Jay: We can't leave him out there! Private Cowboy: We're not leaving. We'll get him when the tank comes up. Doc Jay: He's hit three fuckin' times, he can't wait that long! Private Cowboy: I've seen this befo...
Private Cowboy: Been getting any? Private Joker: Only your sister. Private Cowboy: Well, better my sister than my mom, and my mom ain't bad.
[Cowboy is sending Eightball to investigate an area for enemies] Private Cowboy: Eightball, let's dance. Private Eightball: Put a nigger behind the trigger!
Private Joker: [narrating] Our last night on the island. I draw fire watch.
[after Joker kills the sniper] Private Rafterman: [laughs] Hey Joker, we ought to put you up for the congressional medal of... ugly! Ha-ha! Donlon: Hard core man, hard core.
[an ARVN pimp and his hooker drive towards the Marines] ARVN pimp: Do you want number one fuckee?
