Arthur Conan Doyle Quotes

I was hoping he would get up so I could hit him again and keep him down.

If someone throws a banana at me in the street, I will go to prison because I will kill him.

You know, kicking people's butts with round-edged boots is good, but with pointy shoes, it's even better.

Somebody hits me, I'm going to hit him back. Even if it does look like he hasn't eaten in a while.

You touch me and I'll kick you in the rear.

Usually in fist fights you get punched in the face.

I was physically abused and I retaliated.

I remember on 'JAG,' Joe Jackson punched Stephen Culp and shattered his nose.

Kick him in the balls!

I’ll whip his ass!

Guys get hurt in fights. It doesn't mean you stop a fight every time somebody gets hurt.

If I catch Corey Graves on the street, I'm gonna do something to him. I ain't gonna do it at the office or the airport, but if I catch Corey Graves on the street, you see that little bouffant hairdo he got? I'm gonna rearrange it for him.

If you're going to fight Tom Cruise, you really don't want to make that man bleed.

Who did it, Sephy?' She repeated. 'Who beat you up? 'Cause whoever it was, I'll kill them.

A sucker punch came flying from somewhere in the back. As soon as we can see clearly with our big black eye, we're going to light up your world like the fourth of July.

... and that's why I kicked your leg out of your leg!

Beat him, eat him and get out.

Whenever thy hand can reach it, tear out the foe's brain, for such an opportunity washes anger from the mind.

You’re a dead man,” Kyle said. “Warren doesn’t take kindly to people who hurt me.

We get blows and return them.

He didn't have no respect as a professional fighter should, no class. I was going to make him pay with his health for everything he said... I wanted to do it very slowly. I wanted him to remember this for a long time.

You give Frost a message from me. You tell him it's open season on all suckheads.

Don't get stabbed. It makes everything awkward.

He picked up the wrench and broke the guy’s wrist with it, one, and then the other wrist, two, and turned back and did the same to the guy who had held the hammer, three, four. The two men were somebody’s weapons, consciously deployed, and no soldier left an enemy’s abandoned ordnance on the field in working order. The doctor’s wife was watching from the cabin door, all kinds of terror in her face. "What?" Reacher asked her.

Any man will follow any feminine looking thing down any dark alley; I've always wanted to see a man beaten to a shit bloody pulp with a high-heeled shoe stuffed up his mouth, sort of the pig with the apple; it would be good to put him on a serving plate but you'd need good silver.