— Get away! You’re not gonna frisk me.
— Stand still!
— Shut up! Take your paws off me or I’ll make you use that gun.
Gimme that rifle — I’ll give you what’s in it
You disappointed the shit out of me
Well, Doctor, press this little thing here and the bullets come out there.
We deal in lead, friend
That’s a mighty big comfort
Funny. Hands sweat, mouth is dry. You’d think it would be the other way around