“Mother Superior jump the gun...-The Beatles, Happiness is a Warm Gun”

“Give me the gun." Ranger said.I extracted the gun from my pants and handed it over.Ranger held the gun in the pulm of his hand and smiled. "It's warm," he said. He put the gun in the glove compartment and plugged the key into the ignition.Am I fired?"No. Any women who can heat up a gun like that is worth keeping around.”

“When I hold you in my arms and I feel my finger on your trigger I know no one can do me no harm because happiness is a warm gun.”

“Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”

“The key to happiness, she said, is tolerance of those who do not do as you do.' `What if those who do not do as you do are gunning you down?' I said.... Alaska frowned. `Guns are intolerant. Guns are a failure of communication.”

“He picked up her gun. Pointed it at her. Pulled the trigger.Isabet jumped like a startled lizard.He handed the gun back to her. 'First tip. Get a new gun. As soon as a Ras Tiegan gun gets sand in it, it's useless. They don't work out here.'Isabet's hand was trembling as she took the gun back. 'You seemed very certain of that.''Nyx unloaded it while we were arguing,' he said. 'If you want to keep up, you'll need to start paying attention.”