I'm thinking about getting a gun, and dealing crack. Being a crack dealer. Not like a mean crack dealer, but like... like a nice one. Kinda friendly like, "hey, what's up guys? Want some crack?"
Dirty Harry -
"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 kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?"
"Where are you from? - Texas - Texas huh? Only 2 things I know come from texas, steers and queers, and you sure don't look like a steer to me.- uhh... - Don't play dumb soldier, You could suck a golf ball through a garden hose"
sometimes I wonder... will god ever forgive us for what we've done to each other? then i look around and i realise... god left this place a long time ago.