I Just Shot Marvin in the Face/Quotes

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A youth who can't hit a cathedral at thirty yards with a Gatling gun in three quarters of an hour, can take up an old empty musket and bag his grandmother every time, at a hundred. Think what Waterloo would have been if one of the armies had been boys armed with old muskets supposed not to be loaded, and the other army had been composed of their female relations.

Cleaning my gun with the safety off, safety off, safety off,
cleaning my gun with the safety off
on a cold and frosty [BANG!]

Rochelle: So what do you think is going to kill us? Gators, snakes, bugs, or mud people?
Nick: You're forgetting one thing -- from the way we're shooting? Each other.

Might I suggest engaging the safety, so as not to kill any more troops?