From Full Metal Jacket:
Well, cleaned it up the best I could. There is much more in this scene but.....
HARTMAN is the drill sargent
HARTMAN
How tall are you, Private?
COWBOY
Sir, five foot nine, sir!
HARTMAN
Five foot nine? I didn't know they stacked sh*t that high! You trying to squeeze an inch in on me somewhere, huh?
COWBOY
Sir, no, sir.
HARTMAN
Bullsh*t! It looks to me like the best part of
you ran down the crack of your mama's a#$ and ended up as a brown stain on the mattress! I think you've been cheated!
HARTMAN
Where in hell are you from anyway, Private?
COWBOY
Sir, Texas, sir!
HARTMAN
Holy dogsh*t! Texas! Only
steers and queers
come from Texas, Private Cowboy! And you
don't look much like a steer to me, so that
kinda narrows it down!
Do you suck d***s!
COWBOY
Sir, no, sir!
HARTMAN
Are you a peter-puffer?
COWBOY
Sir, no, sir!
HARTMAN
I'll bet you're the kind of guy that would f***
a person in the a$$ and not even have the
common courtesy to give him a reach-around! I'll be watching you!