Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
Pickett!
Pickett:
Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
0300. Infantry. Toe Jam!
Toe Jam:
Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
0300. Infantry. Adams!
Adams:
Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
1800. Engineers. You go out and find mines. Cowboy!
Private Cowboy:
Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
0300. Infantry. Taylor!
Taylor:
Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
0300. Infantry. Joker!
Private Joker:
Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
4212. Basic Military Journalism. You gotta be shittin' me, Joker. You think you're Mickey Spillane? You think you're some kind of a fuckin' writer?
Private Joker:
Sir, I wrote for my high school newspaper, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
Jesus H. Christ! You're not a writer. You're a killer!
Private Joker:
A killer, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
Gomer Pyle. GOMER PYLE!
Private Gomer Pyle:
[staring into space]
Sir, yes, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:
You forget your fuckin' name? 0300. Infantry. You made it.
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