Quotes About Gun

huggers and the politicians in Washington. Still others posted links to gun dealer sites and local gun ranges providing training on tactical fire and maneuver techniques used by the military.

You pulled Sabrina over. You warned her off. You made yourself part of the crime. Now you can make it right for yourself and your family . . . but not by breaking into my house and pointing a gun at me. The way to redeem yourself, and spare your family a lot of pain and shame, is by helping me put those deputies behind bars.

he sometimes took out a gun, but never killed; quite the gentleman.

Give me the gun. Ranger said. I extracted the gun from my pants and handed it over. Ranger held the gun in the pulm of his hand and smiled. It's warm, he said. He put the gun in the glove compartment and plugged the key into the ignition. Am I fired? No. Any women who can heat up a gun like that is worth keeping around.

He reached out, opened the glove compartment, and took out a gun. It was a Smith & Wesson .38 five-shot special. It looked a lot like my gun. I stopped by your apartment this morning and picked this up for you, Ranger said. I found it in the cookie jar. Tough guys always keep their gun in the cookie jar. Name one. Rockford. Ranger grinned. I stand corrected.

I checked my pocketbook to make sure I had the essentials... beeper, tissues, hair spray, flashlight, cuffs, lipstick, gun with bullets, recharged cell phone, recharged stun gun, hairbrush, gum, pepper spray, nail file. Was I a kick-ass bounty hunter, or what?(Three to get deadly)Janet evanovich

Does your mother know that you're carrying a gun? I'm going to tell her. I'm going to call and tell her right now. She sent me a look of utter disgust and slammed the front door. I was 30-year-old and Mrs Morelli was going to tell my mother on me. Only in the burgh.

Get me a gun. If I don't go into labor soon, I'm going to shoot myself. And pass the gravy. Pass it now. Valerie - To the Nines

Look at you! You look like Rangeman Barbie. You got a gun and everything. -Lula

Yeah, but I want to take a look at your little peashooter. It's kinda cute. It's a gun, Brenda said. Lula pulled her Glock out of her bag and aimed it at Brenda. Bitch, this is a gun. It could put a hole in you big enough to drive a truck through.

Sally put his gun back in his pants. Guess I flunked the estrogen test. We all stared at his crotch, and Grandma said what Lula and I were thinking. I thought that bulge was your dingdong,Grandma said. Jesus, Sally said, who do you think I am, Thunder the Wonder Horse? My gun wouldn't fit in my purse. You need to get a smaller gun, Lula said. Ruins your lines with that big old Glock in your drawers.

Damn, I thought everyone carried a gun in New Jersey!!!

You can relax. I am not here to collect on the deal I blinked. You are not? Then why did you drop your gun belt? I am tired. I wanted to sit and the belt is uncomfortable. Oh. He smiled. Disappointed? No. Liar, liar, pants on fire.

I shuddered at the mention of Mrs. Steiger. What's that about? Ranger asked. Mrs. Steiger is the Antichrist. Damn, Ranger said. I left my Antichrist gun at home. Looks like you brought everything else. Never know when you'll need some tear gas. If we have to gas Mrs. Steiger, itll ruin my chances of being Miss Burg in the Mayflower parade.

Not that I've noticed. She looked down at my gun. What a nice Glock. My sister carries a Glock, and she just loves it. I was thinking about trading in my .45, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. My dead husband gave it to me for our first anniversary. Rest his soul.

Ranger shrugged. "Things turn up." He reached behind him and came up with a gun. My gun. "Found this in the lobby, too." He tucked the gun under the top edge of my towel, wedging it between my breasts, his knuckles brushing against me. My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment I thought my towel might catch fire. Ranger smiled again. And I did more eye narrowing. "I'll be in touch," Ranger said. And then he was gone.

He wears jeans, untucked shirts, and a Glock 19, and he has a big shaggy dog named Bob.

We got into the Explorer, and I couldn't sit with the gun rammed into my pants. "I can't do this," I said to Ranger. "This dumb gun is too big. It's poking me." Ranger closed his eyes and rested his forehead against the wheel. "I can't believe I hired you.

Holy cow!" I said. "You can't go to the door like that!" "My gun's in the kitchen." "Yes, but your underwear's on the floor in my bedroom!" And that wasn't the biggest problem.

You in a hurry?" Ranger said, looking amused. "Things to do." I moved to get out of the car, and he grabbed me by the scruff of my neck. "You're going to be careful," he said. Y-y-yes." "And you're going to carry your gun." "Yes." "Loaded." "Okay, loaded." He released my neck. "Sweet dreams.

Morelli opened a kitchen drawer, removed a gun, and stepped to the cellar door. "Wait," I said, "maybe we should call the police." "Cupcake, I am the police.

Ranger pulled onto the shoulder and reprogrammed the GPS system. "Lucky for you, you look good in a T-shirt," Ranger said. "Lucky for you I don't have a gun on me." Ranger turned to me. His voice was low and even, but there was a whisper of incredulous disbelief. "You're not carrying a gun?" "Didn't seem necessary for us both to have one.

I don't feel comfortable with that," Emerson said. "I'm not actually a gun person." "Guns don't kill people," Rollo said. "Pontiac GTOs being pushed off mountains kill people.

Morelli looked dazed. What good is a gun without bullets? It's good for scaring people. Or you can hit people with it. Or you can use it to break windows … or crack walnuts.