“Yeah, good to see you too.Her hand stays on the gun.“Did I say it was good to see you, Joe?“No, but I always try to read between the lines. Figured you going for your gun was how you express affection these days.”

“It's like if someone had a loaded gun in your face. I don't know how else to describe how it felt to try to talk to my father. Even on a good day. If someone always has a loaded gun in your face, you weigh every word before you say it. You only dare say it if it might save you. But you're never sure, so there's this tendency to freeze. Say nothing at all.”

“You’re such a crybaby. (Tee)Let me almost shoot off one of your testicles and see how you cope. (Joe)You shouldn’t have moved, Joe. It was your fault. (Tee)Yeah, everything’s my fault. (Joe)Good, then we agree. (Tee)”

“Don't have to see," the pilot grunted. "Olga knows the way.""Funny name for an aircraft," Grace commented. "Is it after your wife?""My gun."Grace stared at him. "You named your plane after a gun?""It was a very good gun.”

“You act like they're especially unholy or something.Are you trying to tell me that in the final showdown between evil and good, the weapons of choice will be guns and..cats?”

“I can help Katy," Blake wheezed. "Good enough for you?""What?" I demanded, dropping my hands."Yeah, see, you saying her name alone makes me want to kill you. So, no, not good enough for me.”