Quotes About Standoff

As though on cue, two guys came around the bush. One was the man in camouflage pants Myron had noticed earlier. The other guy was a big brawler type with a tourniquet-tight black T-shirt, a Cro-Magnon forehead, and arms as big as ham hocks. The brawler was chewing tobacco like a cow with a cud and playing to type; he was actually cracking his knuckles. "You're

Granite Man gave Myron more hard eyes, though his were more relaxed, as though Myron amused him in the way a little kitty nipping at his pant leg might. He didn't stand, choosing instead to stare at Myron and crack his knuckles one at a time. Myron

The introvert's dilemma is that we might not get a lot of invitations for the kind of socializing we like best--small, mellow gatherings. In other words, the kind of socializing other introverts like to do. Because, let's face it: We're introverts. We're all at home waiting to be invited to do introvert things. Which means, of course, that none of us are getting the invitations we crave. It's an introvert standoff.

This is analogous to the situation in which the robber says, "stick 'em up, I want your money," and the deranged-looking victim says "If you take it, I will explode this bomb and kill us both!

One day in 1987 Fallows was standing at a window in a London bank waiting to be served when a would-be robber named Douglas Bath stepped in front of him, brandished a handgun and demanded money from the cashier. Outraged, Fallows told Bath to 'bugger off' to the back of the line and wait his turn, to the presumed approving nods of others in the queue. Unprepared for this turn of events, Bath meekly departed from the bank empty-handed and was arrested a short distance away.

Cowles sat next to him. Upon his lap was a soft, leather briefcase. Inside, his left hand was wrapped around the butt of a suppressed 9mm Springfield XD pistol. Harvath had made it perfectly clear that if Hanjour tried anything at all, Cowles would shoot him in the genitals or the stomach, neither of which was a good way to die

Their bickering erupted in drunken pawing at a party with me providing the background hysterics. I needn't have bothered. Their standoff was the stumbling dance of idiot bears wearing strapped-on antlers they had no idea how to use.

It seemed that across some thirty paces of mosaic, candle wax and human forms, Leopardo had singled him out. The observation was not actually a threat, more a calculation. Romulan, sensing himself weighed, would neither glance away nor move. At risk of dislocation of the neck, he gave Leopardo back watch for watch. The tableau was ended suddenly by a blast of tenor trumpets from the head of the banner-draped stairway.

Ten people, with Shardblades alight, standing before a wall of black and white and red.

He caught me neat, right on the fucking face and I took one step back and thought, you're not getting away with that you bastard! I was punching the piss out of him, he kept going down, but I didn't kick him, he'd had enough. I didn't put the boot in to a man older than myself. But this confrontation was out of the blue, out of the fucking blue. That's what I had to face.

The boldest of the three moved suddenly, grabbed Angua and pulled her upright. We walk out of here unharmed or the girl gets it, all right? he snarled. Someone sniggered. I hope you're not going to kill anyone, said Carrot. That's up to us! Sorry, was I talking to you? said Carrot.

Look down, your grace, said Skimmer. Mhm, mhm. Vimes realized he could feel the faintest prick of a knife blade on his stomach. Look down further, he said. Inigo looked down. He swallowed. Vimes had a knife, too. You really are no gentleman, then, he said. Make a sudden move and neither are you, said Vimes.

Over my dead body was his first thought. His second? No, Over Carls.

So you want to throw me out on my ass?" Bob swallowed. "There aren't enough people here, Bob. You need to get reinforcements. Go ahead." He smiled, baring his teeth, a sharp carnivore grin. "I'll wait.

When I watch Rumble Johnson, he's a bully. He bullies guys. He makes them go backward, and he traps them. I'm not going to allow that. If he tries to bully me, I'll stand right in front of him, and if he hits me, I'll hit him right back. And then we'll see how the bully handles it when nobody is going to run away from him.

Your days are numbered, you little ignorant peckerwoods." Monty Schaffer stood with feet spread, fists tightly balled on his hips—an angry man ready to strike. But instead of striking, he unholstered

him, he barged into your office. I went after him with my .45." Joan kept the pistol in a desk drawer. "He was trying

shoot you, or

he tried sitting next to me once and once only; I stared straight at him with all the murder in my heart and he stopped and took his hand out

If someone messes with me, I'm going to mess with them.

All right," Irene said in the sudden pause. "Everyone stay back, or the cat's going to regret it.

This isn't over!" Leroy jabbed his finger at Curran. He probably meant it to look aggressive, but he was swaying on his feet. "Yes, it is," Curran told him. "Go before I change my mind.

Perhaps you should negotiate? Robert glanced at me. Sure. I cleared my throat. Move or I'll cut your head off.

We're eyeball to eyeball, and the other fellow just blinked.