Sir Yes Sir.

From now on, you will speak only when spoken to,

and the first and last words out of your filthy sewers will be 'Sir',

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 are 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'm hard you will not like me,

but the more you hate me, the more you will learn,

I'm hard but I'm fair,

there is no racial bogotry 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.

- Gunnery Sergeant Hartman (Full Metal Jacket, 1987)