Y'know, I'm just so sick of this whole deal of ar- we arm the world; we arm these little countries and then we send troops over to blow the **** out of them. We're like the bullies of the world right now; you know that? We're like Jack Palance in the movie Shane, throwing the pistol at the sheepherder's feet...
"Pick it up."
"I don't wanna pick it up, Mister, you'll shoot me."
"Pick up the gun."
"Look, Mister, I don't want no trouble. I just came to town to get some hard rock candy for my kids, some gingham for my wife. I don't even know what gingham is, but she goes through about four or five rolls a week of that stuff. I don't want no trouble, Mister."
"Pick up the gun."
(He picks it up. Three shots ring out.)
"You all saw him - he had a gun.
"Pick it up."
"I don't wanna pick it up, Mister, you'll shoot me."
"Pick up the gun."
"Look, Mister, I don't want no trouble. I just came to town to get some hard rock candy for my kids, some gingham for my wife. I don't even know what gingham is, but she goes through about four or five rolls a week of that stuff. I don't want no trouble, Mister."
"Pick up the gun."
(He picks it up. Three shots ring out.)
"You all saw him - he had a gun.