In the end, a gun is an instrument to make someone surrender to your will or die, and music is exactly the opposite - it's seductive and invitational.
Your heaviest artillery will be your will to live. Keep that big gun going.
Philip Marlowe: Somebody's always giving me guns.
It's wrong, and it's racist, and it's bigoted to say that guns are quintessentially American.
Safety isn't always safe. You can find one on every gun.
It seems to me that television is exactly like a gun. Your enjoyment of it is determined by which end of it you're on.
There are naked people in boots on a mountain top firing guns.
Force and mind are opposites; morality ends where a gun begins.
I don't think you can in any way export culture with guns or tanks.
How were they shot down?” Seth scoffed. “They were probably shot down with guns.
The sexual mechanisms of the two genders are just not compatible, that’s the horrible truth of it. (...) This is a truth we dare not acknowledge these days - because sameness is our religion and heretics are no more welcome now than they ever were ...
It’s alright, Kitten,” Bones said. “He won’t shoot.” Tate lowered his gun, even as the sudden dizziness from blood-loss made me sway. Bones took my gun and casually handed it to Juan, who gapped at him in amazement. “You called her Kitten...
A magnificent fireworks began: magnesium flares blindingly white, yellow, and then red, like dying stars; straight bright red streaks of machine-gun fire; elegant and clear lines of bullets traced like fugitive neon light; and scarlet, sinister rugge...
Beaumont: I'm still scared as a motherfucker, O.D. They talking like they serious as hell giving me time for that machine gun shit. Ordell Robbie: Aw, come on, man, they just trying to put a fright in your ass. Beaumont: Well, if that's what they doi...
[while cross-examining one of Maroni's thugs on the witness stand, the thug pulls a gun and fires it at Harvey Dent; it mis-fires, and Harvey decks the thug with a right cross, and takes the gun away] Harvey Dent: Carbon fiber, .28 Caliber, made in C...
Wardaddy: [Wardaddy throws Norman a gun] Boys, take him through that gun. Grady 'Coon-Ass' Travis: Alright. [Wardaddy turns and leaves] Norman Ellison: What... what do I do with this? [Travis smacks him across the head] Grady 'Coon-Ass' Travis: Sit u...
Capt. Keith Mallory: I have no time for this! Corporal Miller: Now just a minute! If we're going to get this job done she has got to be killed! And we all know how keen you are about getting the job done! Now I can't speak for the others but I've nev...
[what to do with Franklin after he broke his leg scaling the cliff; take him along, or leave him behind for the Germans] Col. Andrea Stavros: There is of course a third choice. One bullet now. Better for him, better for us. You take that man along,yo...
[Frank recalls a prior love] Frank: I'd known her for years. We used to go to all the police functions together. Ah, how I loved her, but she had her music. I think she had her music. She'd hang out with the Chicago Male Chorus and Symphony. I don't ...
Frank: [sings] Oh say can you see / By the dawn's early light / What so proudly we hail / In the twilight's last gleaming? / Whose bright stripes and broad stars / In the perilous night / For the ramparts we watched / uh, da-da-da-da-da-daaaa. / And ...
Bryan: [after Jean Claude tries to shoot him] That is what happens when you sit behind a desk. You forget things, like the weight in the hand of a gun that's loaded and one that's not. [Bryan pulls his gun and shoots Isabelle in the arm] Jean Claude:...
