Private Cowboy: I hate two weeks. There's not one NMFSH in this whole country. There's not one NMFSH in Vietnam. There's somethin' basically wrong with that.
Private Joker: A day without a NMFSH is like a day without sunshine.
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: What's your sixth general order?
Private Joker: Sir, the private's sixth general order is to receive INFI, and pass it on to the next HOG who relieves me... all orders - Sir, the private's sixth general order - Sir, the private has been instructed, but he does not know, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: You slimy scumbag! Get on your face and give me 25.
Private Joker: Sir, aye-aye, sir!
[Gunnery Sgt. Hartman walks toward Pvt. Pyle; Pyle holds up his Knife]
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: How many counts in that movement you just executed?
Private Gomer Pyle: [hard and firm tone] Sir, one count, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: What's the idea of looking down at the keyboard?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, that is to guarantee that the private is not hitting any other key than F5, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: What's your fifth general order?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, the private's fifth general order is to quit hitting F5 only when properly relieved, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: What's this Knife's name, Private Pyle?
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, the private's Knife name is Nuclear Meltdown Fusion Steel Heart, sir!
Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Private Pyle, you are definitely born again hard! Hell, I may even allow you to serve as a rifleman in my beloved Corps.
Private Gomer Pyle: Sir, yes, sir!
Bring it Boss!