Joker: Are those... live rounds? Pyle: 7.63 millimeter. Full metal jacket. Joker: Leonard, if Hartman comes in here and catches us... we'll both be in a world of shit. Pyle: I am... in a world... of shit!
Pyle: Left shoulder, hut! Right shoulder, hut! Lock and load. Order, hut! This is my rifle! There are many like it, but this one is mine. My rifle is my best friend! It is my life...
Hartman: Get back in your bunks! What is this Mickey Mouse shit?
Hartman: What in the name of Jesus H. Christ are you animals doing in my head? Why is Pyle out of his bunk after lights out? Why is Pyle holding that weapon? Why aren't you stomping Private Pyle's guts out?
Joker: Sir, it is the private's duty to inform you that Private Pyle has a full magazine and has locked and loaded, sir!
Hartman: Now listen to me, Private Pyle... and listen good. I want that weapon... and I want it now! Place that rifle on the deck at your feet... and step back away from it.
Hartman: What is your major malfunction, numb-nuts? Didn't Mommy and Daddy show you enough attention when you were a child?
Pyle shoots Hartman in the chest
Joker: Easy, Leonard. Go easy, man.
Pyle then turns the rifle on himself and commits suicide as the shocked Joker looks on.