Ask not what your rest home can do for you. Ask what you can do for your rest home.
You killed your mother! You left her alone to die!
Oh, I’ve forgotten to tell you. You were tried this morning by my followers. A fair trial. The verdict was unanimous. Death by stoning.
Death by torture!
Wrong. You?
Crucifixion?
Wrong. You?
They shove a living snake up your ass!
Uh, no. But that’s very creative.
I’m getting better!
No you’re not. You’ll be stone dead in a moment.
I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain.
I’m no good at being noble, but it doesn’t take much to see that the problems of three little people don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world.
We are… The Three Amigos!
No! No pistol, amigo! It won’t do you any good. There are three of us!
I know what you’re thinking. ‘Did he fire six shots or only five?’ Well to tell you the truth in all this excitement I kinda lost track myself.
A deer has to be taken with one shot. I try to tell people that but they don’t listen.
I can hit a sparrow with a bow and arrow.
So he’s running around out there with a goddamn bow and arrow, and you’re telling me your men can’t bring him in?
The city is flying and we’re fighting an army of robots. And I have a bow and arrow. Nothing makes sense.
You’re the only person I ever met who belonged in the sky.
And if you screw up just this much, you’ll be flying a cargo plane full of rubber dog shit out of Hong Kong!
Everyone assume crash landing positions.
What’s our vector, Victor?
Give me a ping, Vasili, one ping only.
Welcome to the underbelly of ping-pong where fortunes are won and lost. I’m exaggerating, of course, but you get my point.