Full Metal Jacket1987

Joker:
[narrating] Our last night on the island. I draw fire watch.

[Joker goes into the head to find Private Lawrence sitting on a toilet, loading his rifle]

Lawrence:
[eerily] Hi, Joker.

[Lawrence loads the bullets into the magazine as Joker turns off his flashlight]

Joker:
[worried] Are those... live rounds?

Lawrence:
7.62 millimeter... [loads another bullet into the magazine] Full Metal Jacket.

Joker:
[shaken and alarmed] Leonard... if Hartman comes in here and catches us... we'll both be in a world of sh*t.

Lawrence:
I am... in a world... of sh*t! [loads the last bullet into the magazine and begins drilling loudly] Left shoulder, hut! Right shoulder, hut! Lock and load! [picks up the loaded magazine, inserts it into the rifle and chambers a round] Order, hut! [smartly brings the rifle down to the "order arms" position] This is my rifle! There are many like it but this one is mine! My rifle is my best friend! It is my life!

Hartman:
[storms out of his bedroom; angrily, to the other recruits, who have gotten out of bed to see what the noise is] Get back in your bunks! [storms into the head] What is this Mickey Mouse sh*t?! What in the name of Jesus H. Christ are you animals doing in my head?! Why is Private Pyle out of his bunk after lights out?! Why is Private Pyle holding that weapon?! [to Joker] Why aren't you stomping Private Pyle's guts out?!

Joker:
Sir, it is the private's duty to inform the senior drill instructor that Private Pyle has a full magazine and has locked and loaded, sir!

Hartman:
[to Lawrence; slowly, quietly and strictly] Now, you listen to me, Private Pyle, and you listen good. I want that weapon. And I want it now. You will place that rifle on the deck at your feet... and step back away from it.

[Lawrence insanely and eerily smiles, aiming the rifle at Hartman.]

Hartman:
[realizing what's happening; bellowing angrily] WHAT IS YOUR MAJOR MALFUNCTION, NUMBNUTS?! DIDN'T MOMMY AND DADDY SHOW YOU ENOUGH ATTENTION WHEN YOU WERE A CHILD?!

[Lawrence shoots and kills Hartman, then aims at Joker.]

Joker:
[trembled nervously] Easy, Leonard. Go easy, man.

[Lawrence eases off of Joker, sits back down on the toilet, and puts the rifle's muzzle in his own mouth.]

Joker:
[alarmed] NO!!!!

[Lawrence shoots himself and blood splatters on the wall behind him]