A deer has to be taken with one shot. I try to tell people that but they don’t listen.
What was that? This is not a chawade. We need total concentwation.
I’m gon’ bust you up.
Foul-mouthed? Fuck you, man.
Choose your next witticism carefully Mr. Bond, it may be your last.
Jimmy Bond: You can’t shoot me! I have a very low threshold of death. My doctor says I can’t have bullets enter my body at any time. I-I, eh, eh, oh, oh, what if I said I was pregnant?
That’s a Smith and Wesson, and you’ve had your six. BANG!
Wait a minute, Mr. Luthor. You mean, fire and bullets can’t hurt this guy, but this stuff here…
Nothing wrong with shooting as long as the right people get shot!
Beria: Shoot her before him but make sure he sees it, shoot him take him to his church and dump him in the pulpit, the rest I leave up to you.
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They don’t look like Presbyterians to me.
Look, sir: droids!
Look! Up in the sky!
Everything’s ready here on the dark side of the moon. Play the five tones.
Do, a deer, a female deer; Re, a drop of golden sun…
He is gonna kick your butt.
Chip, I’m gonna come at you like a spider monkey!
[ekedolphin: track?]
[Sorry, that one got away from me a little bit.]
You don’t give a monkey a latte!