Do you have guns in the trunk, Fi? Fiona:
A few semiautomatics, yeah. I got a deal
, Michael! This guy was selling Browning .9 millimeters for $200 apiece! Michael:
You have unregistered weapons in a stolen car
, Fi! Fiona:
You know, you have always had a problem with my work. I have always supported you. Michael: I'm
helping people! You're running guns!
bienvenue to Jean-Pierre Dubois, nuclear warhead dealer to the world! His motto is: 'If you didn't buy it from Jean-Pierre, you didn't buy it on
ze black marquite.'"
"I should've listened to my cousin Gaila. He said to me, 'Quark, I've got one word for you:
Weapons.' No one ever went broke selling weapons. But did I take his advice? No. So now, Gaila owns his own moon. And I'm staring into the abyss."
"There are over 550 million firearms in worldwide circulation. That's one firearm for every twelve people on the planet. The only question is: How do we arm the other 11?"
"You get rich by giving the poorest people on the planet the means to continue killing each other. Do you know why I do what I do? I mean, there are more prestigous assignments. Keeping track of nuclear arsenals. You'd think that more critical to world security. But, it's not. No. Nine out of ten war victims today are killed with assault rifles and small arms. Like yours. Those nuclear missiles, they're sitting in their silos. Your AK-47, that is the real weapon of mass destruction."
"May there always be a market for the things we do."
"See? Now you respect me - because I'm a threat. That's the way it works. Turns out there are a lot of people - whole
countries - who want respect. And they will pay through the nose to get it. How do you think I got rich?"
"And how can we help the Space Rangers today?" asked Demonica. "Planning to slaughter vast hordes of demon-possessed genetic-mutant zombie ape-creatures? Intent on forcing insectoid hive-minds to see the benefits of individualism? Facing imminent xenocide from ancient berserker-bots with no off-switch? Hoping to draw down on the Asteroid Miner's Wild West Reenactment Society? We've got death dust, hallucinogen gas, world-wreckers, hell-weapons, atmosphere-eaters, self-replicating treknobabble viruses, WMD's incorporating the latest cloaking technology from Iraq, atom bombs the size of atoms, hand grenades that can obliterate the universe..."
— Plan 7 of 9 from Outer Space
"Whatís the motto of that snobby school you boys attend? "Eton will endure"? Well, I have no doubt that it will; it's been there for a few hundred years so it'll probably stand for a few hundred more. But do you know what is really certain? Death. As long as men walk the surface of this earth, there will be pain and death and suffering. Death will endure. War will endure. Hell will endure, and, as long as its gates are open, I'll be in business. As long as one man wants to bash another manís brains out, I'll be standing, ready to sell him a club."