You are the lowest form of life on Earth. You will be a minister of death praying for war. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: If you ladies leave my island, if you survive recruit training, you will be a weapon. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Bullshit, I can't hear you. From now on you will speak only when spoken to, and the first and last words out of your filthy sewers will be "Sir". Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: I am Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, your senior drill instructor.
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