Sgt Hartman, Full Metal Jacket:
'Are you quitting on me? Well, are you? Then quit, you slimy fucking walrus-looking piece of shit! Get the fuck off of my obstacle! Get the fuck down off of my obstacle! NOW! MOVE IT! Or I'm going to rip your balls off, so you cannot contaminate the rest of the world! I will motivate you, Private Pyle, IF IT SHORT-DICKS EVERY CANNIBAL ON THE CONGO!'
'You are the lowest form of life on Earth. You're not even human-fucking-beings. You are nothing but unorganized, grabasstic pieces of amphibian shit.'
'Hell I like you, you can come over to my house and fuck my sister.'
'You had best unfuck yourself or I will unscrew your head and shit down your neck.'
Hartman: How tall are you private?
Pvt Cowboy: Sir, 5 foot 9, sir!
Hartman: 5 foot 9. I didn't know they stacked shit that high.
'Looks like the best part of you ran down the crack of your mama's ass and ended up a stain on the mattress.
'I'll bet you're the kinda guy who would fuck a person in the ass and not even have the goddamn common courtesy to give him a reach-around.'
Hartman: Did your parents have any children that lived?
Pvt Lawrence: Sir, yes sir!
Hartman: I'll bet they regret that. You're so ugly you could be a modern-art masterpiece.
Hartman: Do you suck dicks?
Pvt Lawrence: Sir, no sir!
Hartman: Bullshit. I'll bet you can suck a golf ball through a garden hose.'
'You climb obstacles like old people fuck.'
'Were you born a fat, slimy, scumbag puke piece of shit, Private Pyle? Or did you have to work on it?'
'I want that head so sanitary that the Virgin Mary herself would be proud to go in there and take a dump.'
'I'll give you three seconds, exactly three fucking seconds, to wipe that stupid-looking grin off your face or I will gouge out your eyeballs and skull-fuck you.'