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!