Battle!
Food fight!
You probably eat with your knife, so you wouldn’t have to worry about that.
That’s not a knife. Thus is a knife.
Isn’t that just like a wop, brings a knife to a gunfight. . .
You know, if I wasn’t in uniform, I’d split your skull with the butt of this revolver faster than you could say police brutality.
We do not discharge our weapons in view of the public!
Careful what you shoot at, Mr Ryan. Most things in here don’t react well to bullets.
My father once caught a bullet with his bare hand.
You know, there’s only one proper way for a professional soldier to die. That’s from the last bullet of the last battle of the last war.
Ah, you’re right, Ed. A parachute not opening: that’s a way to die. Getting caught in the gears of a combine, having your nuts bit off by a Laplander, that’s the way I wanna go!
(Merlin, standing on a land mine:) Take me home, country roads, to the place I belong…
They went home and sat in a hot bath – opened up their veins, and bled to death. And sometimes they had a little party before they did it
- [after Frank tried to commit suicide ] I’m so glad you’re still here.
- Well, that makes one of us.
- Has he ever told you about his friend Frank?
- Frank?
- Yes, the giant bunny rabbit.
Hey. I’ve seen a rabbit. He’s right here in the bar.
puts an arm around something invisible
Well, say hello… Harvey.
Tell me about the rabbits, George.
It could be that he still lives his fierce life somewhere else, but from that day on, mother rabbits would tell their kittens that if they did not do as they were told, the General would get them. Such was Woundwort’s monument, and perhaps it would not have displeased him.
Mr. Hollings, sound general quarters.
Avengers assemble!