“The nuclear arms race is like two sworn enemies standing waist deep in gasoline, one with three matches, the other with five.”
“One, and two, and three, four, five. Keep fighting like this and you will die," Janco sang.”
“If you go on with this nuclear arms race, all you are going to do is make the rubble bounce.”
“One, two, ... five!""Three, my lord.”
“My wife and I aren’t a match. We’re a match and gasoline.”
“Sometimes, two people are made for each other. They may come from opposite ends of the earth. Their nations may be sworn to destroy one another. They may be avowed enemies from the very beginning. And it doesn't matter. They belong together.”