3. EXT. PARRIS ISLAND
The training platoon is double-timing in formation. Hartman is calling cadence.
serg.Hartman : … right, left, right, left! Left, right, left, right, left! Left, right, left, right, left!
Joker (narration) : Parris Island, South Carolina.... the United States Marine Corps Recruit Depot. An eight-week college for the phony-tough and the crazy-brave
serg.Hartman : Mama and Papa were laying in bed
Recruits(chanting in cadence): Mama and Papa were laying in bed
serg.Hartman : Mama rolled over, this is what she said...
Recruits : Mama rolled over, this is what she said...
serg.Hartman : Ah, gimme some...
Recruits : Ah, gimme some...
serg.Hartman : Ah, gimme some...
Recruits : Ah, gimme some...
serg.Hartman : P.T....
Recruits : P.T....
serg.Hartman : P.T....
Recruits : P.T....
serg.Hartman : Good for you!
Recruits : Good for you!
serg.Hartman : And good for me!
Recruits : And good for me!
serg.Hartman : Mmm, good.
Recruits : Mmm, good.
serg.Hartman : Up in the morning to the rising sun.
Recruits : Up in the morning to the rising sun.
serg.Hartman : Gotta run all day...
4. EXT. PRACTICE FIELD--SUNSET
Recruits, silhouetted against the sun, climbing ropes, nets and ladders.
serg.Hartman : … till the running's done!
Recruits : Gotta run all day till the running's done!
serg.Hartman : Ho Chi Minh is a son-of-a-bitch!
Recruits : Ho Chi Minh is a son-of-a-bitch!
serg.Hartman : Got the blueballs, crabs and the seven-year-itch!
Recruits : Got the blueballs, crabs and the seven-year-itch!
29. INT. BARRACKS—NIGHT
Hartman freezes. He reaches down and slowly picks up a jelly doughnut, holding it in disgust at
arm's length with his fingertips.
serg.Hartman : Holy Jesus! What is that? What is that, Private Pyle?!
[…]
28. EXT. PARRIS ISLAND STREET—DAY
The recruits are double-timing to Hartman's cadences.
Hartman(chanting in cadence): I love working for Uncle Sam!
Recruits(chanting in cadence): I love working for Uncle Sam!
serg.Hartman : Lets me know just who I am!
Recruits : Lets me know just who I am!
serg.Hartman : One,two, three, four! United States Marine Corps!
Recruits : One, two, three, four! United States Marine Corps!
serg.Hartman : One, two, three, four! I love the Marine Corps!
Recruits : One, two, three, four! I love the Marine Corps
serg.Hartman : My Corps!
Recruits : My Corps!
serg.Hartman : Your Corps!
Recruits : Your Corps!
serg.Hartman : Our Corps!
Recruits : Our Corps!
serg.Hartman : Marine Corps!
Recruits : Marine Corps!
serg.Hartman : I don't know, but I've been told
Recruits : I don't know, but I've been told
serg.Hartman : Eskimo pussy is mighty cold!
Recruits : Eskimo pussy is mighty cold!
serg.Hartman : Mmm, good!
Recruits : Mmm, good!
serg.Hartman : Feels good!
Recruits : Feels good!
serg.Hartman : Is good!
Recruits : Is good!
serg.Hartman : Real good!
Recruits : Real good!
serg.Hartman : Tastes good!
Recruits : Tastes good!
serg.Hartman : Mighty good!
Recruits : Mighty good!
serg.Hartman : Good for you!
Recruits : Good for you!
serg.Hartman : Good for me!
Recruits : Good for me!
14. EXT. "DIRTY NAME" OBSTACLE—DAY
Pyle and another recruit. Pyle is hopeless .
serg.Hartman : Quickly! Get your fat ass over there, Private Pyle! Oh, that's right, Private Pyle...don'tmake any fucking effort to get to the top of the fucking obstacle! If God wanted you up there He would have miracled your ass up there by now, wouldn't He?
Pyle : Sir, yes, sir!
serg.Hartman : Get your fat ass up there, Pyle!
Pyle : Sir, yes, sir!
serg.Hartman : What the hell is the matter with you anyway? I'll bet you if there was some pussy up there on top of that obstacle you could get up there! Couldn't you?!
Pyle : Sir, yes, sir!
Pyle drops heavily to the ground.
serg.Hartman : Your ass looks like about a hundred and fifty pounds of chewed bubble gum, Pyle. Do you know that?
Pyle : Sir, yes, sir!
41. EXT. PARRIS ISLAND STREET—DAY
Hartman double-timing the recruits, calling cadence.
serg.Hartman : I don't want no teenage queen
Recruits : I don't want no teenage queen
serg.Hartman : I just want my M-14.
Recruits : I just want my M-14.
serg.Hartman : If I die in the combat zone
Recruits : If I die in the combat zone
serg.Hartman : Box me up and ship me home
Recruits : Box me up and ship me home
serg.Hartman : Pin my medals upon my chest
Recruits : Pin my medals upon my chest
serg.Hartman : Tell my mom I've done my best
Recruits : Tell my mom I've done my best
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