DePayster: You hear about those boys in 'Nam, smokin' marijuana? Any of my boys do that, I'll kill 'em!

Drake: What? What are you talking about, you don't have any "boys."

DePayster: Aw, I'll kill 'em anyway.

DePayster: What kind of flower are you, boy? Are you a sweet pea, boy? Are you a sweet pea?

DePayster: [to Drake] Everything I do is for the good of the Corps, and don't you ever forget it.

Drake: My name is Drake! D-R-A-K-E! Gunnery Sergeant Drake! To you, I am 'Sir'! Nothing else; just 'Sir'! Is that clear?