Guts Is Enough

If You Hide Your Ignorance, 

No-One Will Hit You, 

and 

You Will NEVER LEARN.

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 

Private Joker, do you believe in the Virgin Mary?

Private Joker: 

Sir, no, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 

Well, well, Private Joker, 

I don't believe I heard you correctly!

Private Joker: 

Sir, the private said "no, sir," sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 

Why you little maggot, you make me want to vomit!

[slaps Joker]

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 

You Goddamn communist heathen, you had best sound off that you love the Virgin Mary, or I'm gonna stomp your guts out! 

Now you DO love the Virgin Mary, don't ya?

Private Joker: 

Sir, NEGATIVE, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman:

Private Joker, 

are you trying to offend me?

Private Joker: 

Sir, NEGATIVE, sir! 

Sir, the private belives any answer he gives will be wrong 

and the Senior Drill Instructor will only beat him harder if he reverses himself, SIR!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 

Who's your squad leader, scumbag?

Private Joker: 

Sir, the squad leader is Private Snowball, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 

Private Snowball!

Private Snowball: 

Sir, Private Snowball reporting as ordered, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 

Private Snowball, you're fired. 

Private Joker's promoted to squad leader.

Private Snowball: 

Sir, aye-aye, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 

Disappear, scumbag!

Private Snowball: 

Sir, aye-aye, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 

Private Pyle!

Private Gomer Pyle: 

Private Pyle reporting as ordered, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 

Private Pyle, Private Joker is your new squad leader, and you will bunk with him! 

He'll teach you everything, he'll teach you how to pee!

Private Gomer Pyle: 

Sir, yes, sir!

Gunnery Sergeant Hartman: 

Private Joker is silly and ignorant, 

but he's got guts, 

and guts is enough.

"I am My Mother's Son."

On that same plantation, there was the field Negro. The field Negro -- those were the masses. There were always more Negroes in the field than there was Negroes in the house. The Negro in the field caught hell. He ate leftovers. In the house they ate high up on the hog. The Negro in the field didn't get nothing but what was left of the insides of the hog. They call 'em "chitt'lings" nowadays. In those days they called them what they were: guts. That's what you were -- a gut-eater. And some of you all still gut-eaters.