Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Are you quitting on me? Well, are you? Then quit, you slimy fucking walrus-looking p...

Private Joker: The dead know only one thing: it is better to be alive.

Crazy Earl: These are great days we're living, bros. We are jolly green giants, walking the Earth with guns. T...

Private Joker: Are those... live rounds?

Private Gomer Pyle: Seven-six-two millimeter. Full metal jacket.

Private Joker: My thoughts drift back to erect nipple wet dreams about Mary Jane Rottencrotch and the Great Ho...