Roland's mildly interested expression suddenly changed. His eyes shifted to a point over Eddie's left shoulder.
"DOWN!" he shouted.
Eddie didn't ask questions. His rage and confusion were wiped from his mind immediately. He dropped, and as he did, he saw the gunslinger's left hand blur down to his side. My God, he thought, still falling, he CAN'T be that fast, no one can be that fast, I'm not bad but Susannah makes me look slow and he makes Susannah look like a turtle trying to walk uphill on a piece of glass—
"DOWN!" he shouted.
Eddie didn't ask questions. His rage and confusion were wiped from his mind immediately. He dropped, and as he did, he saw the gunslinger's left hand blur down to his side. My God, he thought, still falling, he CAN'T be that fast, no one can be that fast, I'm not bad but Susannah makes me look slow and he makes Susannah look like a turtle trying to walk uphill on a piece of glass—
— The Dark Tower III: The Waste Lands
There was forty feet between 'em when they stopped to make their play
And the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about today
Texas Red had not cleared leather, 'fore a bullet fairly ripped
And the ranger's aim was deadly with the big iron on his hip
— Marty Robbins, "Big Iron"
Lord I never drew first but I drew first blood
— Blaze of Glory by Bon Jovi
"Look, know this: twirlin' a gun never saved a man's life. There's only one thing you gotta learn. (Draws his gun and fires) Get it out fast! And then...put it...away...slow."
— Dempsey Rae, Man Without A Star (1955).
"Your mouth moves fast enough. How about your gun?"
— Teddy, Westworld
Francisco Scaramanga: I could have shot you down when you landed, but that would have been ridiculously easy. You see, Mr. Bond, like every great artist, I want to create an indisputable masterpiece once in my lifetime: The death of 007, mano a mano, face to face, will be mine.
James Bond: You mean stuffed and mounted over your rocky mantelpiece?
Scaramanga: It's an amusing idea, but I was thinking more in terms of history. A duel between titans. My golden gun against your Walther PPK. Each of us with a 50-50 chance.
Bond: Six bullets to your one?
Scaramanga: I only need one.
Bond: Sounds a bit old-fashioned, doesn't it? I mean, pistols at dawn, that sort of thing.
Scaramanga: That it is. But it remains the only true test for gentlemen.
Bond: On that score, I doubt you qualify. However, I accept.
"I can look after myself."
"How?"
She drew very fast and I hit the thing before she'd finished and it spun high and chipped plaster off the wall and curved down and skittered across the mosaic.
"You have to be faster than that."
"How?"
She drew very fast and I hit the thing before she'd finished and it spun high and chipped plaster off the wall and curved down and skittered across the mosaic.
"You have to be faster than that."
— The Tango Briefing by Adam Hall
