For security you need more soldiers, you need more policemen, you need more vehicles, you need more planes, you need more guns, you need more communications.
I think ninjas are probably quieter than SEALs, but we are better swimmers, and also better with guns and blowing things up.
I know that one of the distinguishing things was I looked like I could hold a gun, even though I'd never held one before and I'm physically able to do the martial arts and all that stuff.
I am used to doing dramatic work, but its fun to grab a gun, and go running around, getting beat-up. Its fun to do the action stuff, because it is really physical. There is nothing like getting into a character by getting beaten up physically.
My favourite all-time work of fiction: Lord of the Rings. My favourite all-time nonfiction book: Guns, Germs, and Steel. Ask me again next week, you'll get a different answer.
I can completely take a second World War gun apart and put it back together again thanks to 'Band Of Brothers.' That's always useful. I've got lots and lots of random skills I'll probably never need again.
When I was growing up, it was 'Communists'. Now it's 'Terrorists'. So you always have to have somebody to fight and be afraid of, so the war machine can build more bombs, guns, and bullets and everything.
On the TV and in the newspapers all we hear and read is 'live your life or the terrorists win' and it sounds great, I’m all for that, except my kids won’t ask for a bathroom pass because the faculty facilities are on the first floor of the buildi...
Our guy has a property office, John. And I don't mean the Property Office here in One PP. I mean the huge fucking storage facility. A guy in there, with access to thousands of fucking handguns. Even the ones that other people would be keeping an eye ...
We want different things. Men want to have sex with a woman. Then they want to have sex with another woman. And then another. Then they want to eat cornflakes and sleep for a while, and then they want to have sex with another woman, and another, unti...
Once, I remember, we came upon a man-of-war anchored off the coast. There wasn't even a shed there, and she was shelling the bush. It appears the French had one of their wars going on thereabouts. Her ensign dropped limp like a rag; the muzzles of th...
What would you do if you saw something nobody else could see?” The tape gun fell out of Luke’s hand, and hit the tiled hearth. He knelt to pick it up, not looking at her. “You mean if I were the only witness to a crime, that sort of thing?” �...
[as the team prepares to leave, Miller comes stomping in] Corporal Miller: Everybody stay exactly where you are! The party's over. Somebody stepped on the cake! [opens his case] Corporal Miller: Exhibit A: a clockwork fuse. Elementary and archaic, bu...
Cohn: Do you think they've got any chance at all, sir? Commodore Jensen: Frankly, no. Not a chance in the world. I should be very surprised if they get even halfway to Navarone. Just a waste of six good men. However, I suppose that doesn't matter, co...
[Vogel is holding Elsa hostage at gunpoint] Colonel Vogel: Throw down the gun or the girl will die. Professor Henry Jones: But she's one of them. Elsa: Indy, please! Professor Henry Jones: She's a Nazi. Indiana Jones: What? Professor Henry Jones: Tru...
Vin: You know the first time I took a job as a hired gun, fellow told me, "Vin, you can't afford to care." There's your problem. Chris: One thing I don't need is somebody telling me my problem. Vin: Like I said before, that's your problem. You got in...
[after seeing Coughlin die, Doug - still wearing his BPD uniform - hops into one BPD cruiser parked nearby with its engine running. He closes the door and drives off. He parks in front of Fergie's shop, and enters, caught by a surveillance camera] Do...
Bodyguard: [Ness confronts Capone] Something you want here? Ness: My friend was killed today. Bodyguard: I don't care. Ness: You don't care. [Ness punches the bodyguard in the nose, knocking him to the ground] Ness: Now he does. [to Capone] Ness: Com...
Jesse James: [Jesse has given Bob a gun as a gift] You know what John Newman Edwards once wrote about me? He said I didn't trust two men in ten thousand and was even cautious around them. The government's sort of run me ragged. I'm going the long way...
Satomi Noda - Girls #17: Who? Who did it? Haruka Tanizawa - Girls #12: Satomi, don't! Yukie Utsumi: It's just some mistake! Satomi Noda - Girls #17: We're the only ones here! [turns the gun into Chisato] Satomi Noda - Girls #17: Chisato, you cooked i...
Maybe I shouldn't scare off my date so quickly by shooting guns and telling stories about vomit, but, hey, the sooner he knows the real me, the better.
