Tonight, you pukes will sleep with your rifles. You will give your rifle a girl's name...

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Tonight, you pukes will sleep with your rifles. You will give your rifle a girl's name because this is the only pussy you people are going to get. Your days of finger-banging ol' Mary-Jane Rottencrotch through her pretty pink panties are over! You're married to this piece. This weapon of iron and wood. And you will be faithful. Port, hut! [Recruits grabs their rifles] Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Prepare to mount! [Recruits step back towards their bunks] Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Mount! [Recruits quickly hop onto their bunks] Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Port, hut! [Recruits grabs their rifles and holds them up] Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Pray! Recruits: [chanting] This is my rifle. There are many others like it, but this one is mine. My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. Without me, my rifle is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy, who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will. Before God I swear this creed: my rifle and myself are defenders of my country, we are the masters of our enemy, we are the saviors of my life. So be it, until there is no enemy, but peace. Amen. Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: Order, hut! [Recruits puts the guns at their sides] Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: At ease! Good night, ladies. Recruits: Good night, sir! Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: [to the watchman] Hit it, sweetheart.