“You get in, You shoot, You get out!”

“shoot for the stars and hope you get there”

“It’s what happens when you shoot someone,” Wayne pointed out. “At least, usually someone has the good sense to get dead when you go to all the trouble to shoot them.”

“He's getting away you idiots! Shoot him. I'm wearing Spider-Man underpants!”

“It's all very well to run around saying regulation is bad, get the government off our backs, etc. Of course our lives are regulated. When you come to a stop sign, you stop; if you want to go fishing, you get a license; if you want to shoot ducks, you can shoot only three ducks. The alternative is dead bodies at the intersection, no fish, and no ducks. OK?(Getting Control of the Frontier, Gainsville Sun, March 22, 1995)”

“You can hear my dreams? God, you must never get any quiet. I'd be shooting myself in the head if I were you.”