“Yeah, but you don’t need a machine gun to kill a fly.”

“You can't kill us all, human.' He was right. I raised the machine gun a little. 'True, but who's going to be first in line?”

“Guns don’t kill people. Politicians with sharp tongues do.”

“Guns don’t kill people. The aliens behind the triggers do.”

“Sam had a DVD in his hand. He said, "Yesterday I sent Edilio to the power plant to get two things. First, a cache of automatic weapons from the guardhouse. "Machine guns?" "Yeah. Not just for us to have, but to make sure the other side doesn't get them." "Now we have an arms race," Astrid said. Her tone seemed to irritate Sam. "You want me to leave them for Caine?" "I wasn't criticizing, just... you know. Ninth graders with machine guns; it's hard to make that a happy story." Sam relented. He even grinned. "Yeah. The phrase 'ninth graders with machine guns' isn't exactly followed by 'have a nice day'.”

“I swear, Kat, you drive like you’re playing a video game. (Cassandra)Yeah, yeah. Wanna see the ray gun I have under the hood to zap them if they don’t get out of my way? (Katra)”