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HARTMAN

I am Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, your Senior
Drill Instructor. From now on, you will speak

only when spoken to, and the first and last
words out of your filthy sewers will be "Sir!"
Do you maggots understand that?

RECRUITS
(in unison)

Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN
Bullshit! I can't hear you. Sound off like you
got a pair.

RECRUITS
(louder)
Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN
If you ladies leave my island, if you survive
recruit training ... you will be a weapon, you
will be a minister of death, praying for war.
But until that day you are pukes! You're the
lowest form of life on Earth. You are not even
human fucking beings!
You are nothing but unorganized grabasstic pieces of amphibian shit!
Because I am hard, you will not like me. But
the moreyou hate me, the more you will
learn. I am hard, but I am fair! There is no
racial bigotry here! I do not look down on
niggers, kikes, wops or greasers. Here you
are all equally worthless! And my orders are
to weed out all non-hackers who do not pack
the gear to serve in my beloved Corps! Do
you maggots understand that?

RECRUITS
(in unison)
Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN
Bullshit! I can't hear you!

RECRUITS

(louder)
Sir, yes, sir!

Sergeant HARTMAN stops in front of a black recruit,
Private SNOWBALL.

HARTMAN
What's your name, scumbag?

SNOWBALL
(shouting)
Sir, Private Brown, sir!

HARTMAN
Bullshit! From now on you're Private
Snowball! Do you like that name?

SNOWBALL
(shouting)
Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN

Well, there's one thing that you won't like,
Private Snowball! They don't serve fried
chicken and watermelon on a daily basis in
my mess hall!

SNOWBALL
Sir, yes, sir!

JOKER

(whispering)
Is that you, John Wayne? Is this me?

HARTMAN

Who said that? Who the fuck said that? Who's
the slimy little communist shit twinkle-toed
cocksucker down here, who just signed his
own death warrant? Nobody, huh?! The fairy
fucking godmother said it! Out-fucking-
standing! I will P.T. you all until you fucking
die! I'll P.T. you until your assholes are
sucking buttermilk.

Sergeant HARTMAN grabs cowboy by the shirt.

HARTMAN
Was it you, you scroungy little fuck, huh?!

COWBOY
Sir, no, sir!

HARTMAN
You little piece of shit! You look like a fucking
worm! I'll bet it was you!

COWBOY
Sir, no, sir!

JOKER
Sir, I said it, sir!

Sergeant HARTMAN steps up to JOKER.

HARTMAN
Well ...no shit. What have we got here, a
fucking comedian? Private Joker? I admire
your honesty. Hell, I like you. You can come
over to my house and fuck my sister.

Sergeant HARTMAN purnches JOKER in the
stomach. JOKER sags to his knees.

HARTMAN
You little scumbag! I've got your name! I've
got your ass! You will not laugh! You will not
cry! You will learn by the numbers. I will
teach you. Now get up! Get on your feet! You
had best unfuck yourself or I will unscrew
your head and shit down your neck!

JOKER

Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN
Private Joker, why did you join my beloved
Corps?

JOKER
Sir, to kill, sir!

HARTMAN
So you're a killer!

JOKER
Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN
Let me see your war face!

JOKER
Sir?

HARTMAN
You've got a war face? Aaaaaaaagh! That's a
war face. Now let me see your war face!

JOKER
Aaaaaaaagh!

HARTMAN
Bullshit! You didn't convince me! Let me see
your real war face!

JOKER
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!

HARTMAN
You didn't scare me! Work on it!

JOKER

Sir, yes, sir!

Sergeant HARTMAN speaks into cowboy's face.

HARTMAN
What's your excuse?

COWBOY
Sir, excuse for what, sir?

HARTMAN
I'm asking the fucking questions here,
Private. Do you understand?!

COWBOY
Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN
Well thank you very much! Can I be in charge
for a while?

COWBOY
Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN
Are you shook up? Are you nervous?

COWBOY

Sir, I am, sir!

HARTMAN
Do I make you nervous?

COWBOY
Sir!

HARTMAN
Sir, what? Were you about to call me an
asshole?!

COWBOY
Sir, no, sir!

HARTMAN
How tall are you, Private?

COWBOY
Sir, five foot nine, sir!

HARTMAN
Five foot nine? I didn't know they stacked shit
that high! You trying to squeeze an inch in on
me somewhere, huh?

COWBOY
Sir, no, sir.

HARTMAN
Bullshit! It looks to me like the best part of
you ran down the crack of your mama's ass
and ended up as a brown stain on the
mattress! I think you've been cheated!

HARTMAN

Where in hell are you from anyway, Private?

COWBOY

Sir, Texas, sir!

HARTMAN
Holy dogshit! Texas! Only steers and queers
come from Texas, Private Cowboy! And you
don't look much like a steer to me, so that
kinda narrows it down! Do you suck dicks!

COWBOY
Sir, no, sir!

HARTMAN
Are you a peter-puffer?

COWBOY
Sir, no, sir!

HARTMAN
I'll bet you're the kind of guy that would fuck
a person in the ass and not even have the
goddam common courtesy to give him a reach-
around! I'll be watching you!

Sergeant HARTMAN walks down the line to another
recruit, a tall, overtweight boy.

HARTMAN
Did your parents have any children that lived?

PYLE
Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN
I'll bet they regret that! You're so ugly you
could be a modern art masterpiece! What's
your name, fatbody?

PYLE
Sir, Leonard Lawrence, sir!

HARTMAN
Lawrence? Lawrence, what, of Arabia?

PYLE
Sir, no, sir!

HARTMAN
That name sounds like royalty! Are you
royalty?

PYLE
Sir, no, sir!

HARTMAN
Do you suck dicks?

PYLE
Sir, no, sir!

HARTMAN
Bullshit! I'll bet you could suck a golf ball
through a garden hose!

PYLE

Sir, no, sir!

HARTMAN
I don't like the name Lawrence! Only faggots
and sailors are called Lawrence! From now on
you're Gomer Pyle!

PYLE
Sir, yes, sir!

PYLE has the trace of a strange smile on his face.

HARTMAN
Do you think I'm cute, Private Pyle? Do you
think I'm funny?

PYLE
Sir, no, sir!

HARTMAN
Then wipe that disgusting grin off your face!

PYLE
Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN
Well, any fucking time, sweetheart!

PYLE

Sir, I'm trying, sir.

HARTMAN
Private Pyle, I'm gonna give you three
seconds--excactly three fucking seconds--to
wipe that stupid-looking grin off your face, or
I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-fuck
you! One! Two! Three!

PYLE purses his
lips but continues to smile involuntarily.

PYLE
Sir, I can't help it, sir!

HARTMAN
Bullshit! Get on your knees, scumbag!

PYLE gets down on his knees.

HARTMAN

Now choke yourself!

PYLE places his hands around his throat as if to choke himself.

HARTMAN
Goddamn it, with my hand, numbnuts!!

PYLE reaches for HARTMAN's hand. HARTMAN jerks
it away.

HARTMAN
Don't pull my fucking hand over there! I said
choke yourself! Now lean forward and choke
yourself!

PYLE leans forward so that his neck rests in
HARTMAN's open hand.

HARTMAN chokes PYLE.

PYLE gags and starts to turn red in the face.

HARTMAN

Are you through grinning?

PYLE
(barely able to speak)
Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN
Bullshit! I can't hear you!

PYLE
(gasping)
Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN
Bullshit! I still can't hear you! Sound offlike
you got a pair!

PYLE
(gagging)
Sir, yes, sir!

HARTMAN
That's enough! Get on your feet!

HARTMAN releases PYLE's throat. PYLE gets to his feet,
breathing heavily.

HARTMAN

Private Pyle, you had best square your ass
away and start shitting me Tiffany cuff links
... or I will definitely fuck you up!

PYLE
Sir, yes, sir!

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COMMENTI:

Autore: Emanuelez
( mercoledì 28 maggio 2003, ore 14:40 )

sono davvero troppi per elencarli mi sa dimmi quelli che non ti sono chiari che vediamo

Autore: Vampina
( martedì 27 maggio 2003, ore 19:36 )

me li elenki ke li imparo ank'io?

Autore: Emanuelez
( martedì 27 maggio 2003, ore 09:12 )

E' la parte di un film da cui ho imparato più modi di dire in inglese

Autore: Vampina
( lunedì 26 maggio 2003, ore 23:41 )

mitico...hai citato la parte del film ke mi ha messo + nervoso...