Bullets don't distinguish between tough and weak.

Some people are only nice because they're afraid of getting hurt. Or 'cause their religion tells 'em to be.

V: You Sergei?
Sergei: Nice of you to ask. Lately I feel there is neon sign over my head that says "Sergei who fuck with Tiger Claws."

Rogue: Johnny, remember the plan?
Johnny: Get the payload on the elevator, arm it, let gravity do its thing. Explosion rocks the foundation, tower crumbles - chaos, screaming, roll credits.

What, smoking after sex not Zen enough for you? We gotta rewrite "The Art of War", too?