Are you familiar saying with the old human saying “I want to shoot you so bad my dick’s hard?”
The trick, William Potter, is not minding that it hurts.
Bobby Blane: Sometimes adrenaline gives people the shakes, some might think it’s cowardice, so maybe you’d want to pray about it.
Jimmy: I’m not a religious man.
Bobby Blane: There’s nothing wrong with prayer. We knew this firefighter, this trooper, who always caried a bible next to his heart. We used to mock him, but that bible stopped a bullet.
Jimmy: No shit.
Bobby Blane: Hand of God, that bible stopped a bullet, would of ruined that fucker’s heart. And had he had another bible in front of his face, that man would be alive today.
Jimmy: There’s gonna be a war between the blacks and between the whites. You ain’t even gonna need a uniform no more. This ain’t gonna be a war where you pick your side. Your side’s already picked for you.
Ray: And I know whose side I’m fighting on. I’m fighting with the blacks. The whites are gonna get their heads kicked in!
Jimmy: You don’t decide this shit, man.
Ray: Well, who are the half-castes gonna fight with?
Jimmy: The blacks, man. That’s obvious.
Ray: But what about the Pakistanis?
Jimmy: The blacks.
Ray: What about… Think of a hard one. What about the Vietnamese?
Jimmy: The blacks!
Ray: Well, I’m definitely fighting with the blacks if they’ve got the Vietnamese. So, hang on. Would all of the white midgets in the world be fighting against all the black midgets in the world?
Ray: That would make a good film!