Bill Hicks
Bill Hicks
Bill Hicks
Bill Hicks
Bill Hicks
Bill Hicks
Bill Hicks
Bill Hicks
Bill Hicks
Bill Hicks
Bill Hicks
Bill Hicks
Bill Hicks
Bill Hicks
Bill Hicks
Bill Hicks
Bill Hicks
Bill Hicks
But you know, I’m just so sick of this whole deal. We arm the world, we arm these little countries and then we send troops over to blow the shit out of ’em, you know? We’re like the, we’re like the bullies of the world right now, do you know that? We’re like Jack Palance in the movie Shane, throwing the pistol at the sheep herder’s feet.
‘Pick it up.’
‘I don’t wanna pick it up, mister. You’ll shoot me.’
‘Pick up the gun.’
‘Look, mister. I don’t want no trouble. I just came to town to get some hard-rock candy for my kids and some gingham for my wife. I don’t even know what gingham is, but . . . she goes through about four or five rolls a week of that stuff. I don’t want no trouble, mister.’
‘Pick up the gun. (three gunshots) You all saw him: he had a gun.’