Am I fast, or is Sweden just a very small place?
Is it possible? Is it possible to improve on perfection?
No no no no, you see it's a gun fight. We both have guns. We aim, we fire, you die.
Want some breakfast? Or, uh, how 'bout a little of what we had last night?
I'm so damned fast I can wake up at the crack of dawn, rob two banks, a train and a stage coach, shoot the tail feathers off a duck's ass at 300 feet, and still be back in bed before you wake up next to me.
The Smith and Wesson Schofield .45. Just meat and potatoes. Me and Jesse James think it's the best handgun in the world. Had the trigger guard removed, it saves drawin' time. Don't ever wear it when you're drunk, or you'll kill your feet.