Rory Breaker: Get Nick, that greasy wop, shistos, pesevengi, gamouri Greek bastard, if he's stupid enough to still be on this planet.
Barry the Baptist: If you don't want to be counting the fingers you haven't got, I suggest you get those guns. Quick!
Big Chris: All right, son: roll them guns up, count the money, and put your seat belt on.
Don: I'll fold. Phil: Fold? Is that the only word you learnt at school? Don: No, I also learned the word cunt!
Eddie: That's quite a raise. That's 150 on my 100. "Hatchet" Harry: Yeah. And is there anything else you want to say?
Eddie: Tom, you take those guns and you throw them off a bridge. Bacon: And throw yourself off while you're at it.
Tom: I want to look fucking mean! Nick the Greek: Of course you'll look mean! You'll look really scary...
Tom: This is fucked. No money. No weed. Its all been replaced by a pile of corpses. [Having noticed the corpses of both Rory's gang and the neighbors]
Dog: Where the fuck did she come from? [Punches Gloria] Dog: That is it. Tie her up. We're outta here.
Rory Breaker: What do you want, a medal? I'll shoot you in the fucking throat if I don't get my ganja back.
Bacon: I don't believe this. What the fuck has happened here? Soap: Jesus. [Looking through a window smashed during the shootout]
Lock: [of Jack] There he is! Barrel: Alive! Shock: Just like we said! Mayor: [throws Jack a ladder] Grab ahold, my boy!
Captain Terrill: [to Josey] Josey Wales! You're all alone now, Wales! Lone Watie: [Extending a rifle barrel from a cabin window] Well, he's not exactly *alone*.
I have never solicited nor received money from Iraq for our campaign against war and sanctions. I have never seen a barrel of oil, never owned one, never bought one, never sold one.
We started at once to dig our trenches, half of my platoon stepping forward abreast, the men being placed an arm's length apart. After laying their rifles down, barrels pointing to the enemy, a line was drawn behind the row of rifles and parallel to ...
You’re a fool,” Quinhelm accused. “Any man who would allow himself to be bewitched by a woman needs a good dunking in a cold barrel of water.” (Quinhelm, the wizard, from BRIGGEN)
If a war started, the oil price probably would go up, as you said, maybe $5, $6 a barrel until you saw other oil from the extra supplies that are available elsewhere coming into the world, into the market.
The idea that information can be stored in a changing world without an overwhelming depreciation of its value is false. It is scarcely less false than the more plausible claim that after a war we may take our existing weapons, fill their barrels with...
The combination of ammonia and chloride can be lethal but I've discovered it can work miracles as long as you keep telling yourself, "I want to love, I want to live...
Why was I standing on the street when the window feel out of the building? Why did the bus run over me? Because it was my turn in the barrel, that's why.
Kentucky has always said you can't really make bourbon outside of Kentucky because it's a combination of the barrels and the limestone-fed springs that give us the water. That's our story, and we're sticking to it.
