The muskets!

Steal Life.

The rifles wavered.

(man) Bayonets!

suddenly you are silent.

It's silent gesture.

Lost your tongue?

Why are you silent?

Will you keep quiet?

Guns never help.

And the best machine guns.

Like them guns.

No, annoyed, and quite rightly so.

Silently, I admit, but she's saying it.

I've come undone!

The guns must fall silent

And, of course, expressive spaces are not mute.

But it's completely silent, like a silent movie.

You are silent, Miss Eyre.

I'd do anything for that thou Streets.

I'd be just another tonguetied fan.

You're not very talkative tonight.

I do not like guns.

Jack run along and get the rifles and ammunition.

Keep those muskets loaded. Here.

We will look at the guns.

Bullets and guns are dangerous.

Buried them guns, huh?

Six crates of rifles.

You got any rifles?

Bring those rifles and cartridges.

I went back, sir.

The business fell through...

Read this sentence twice, silently to yourself.

They were silenced by an unfortunate accident of history.

It's completely silent and nonpolluting.

My little friend would turn to me, very quiet and pale, and say

Am I being quiet enough?

Guns and gates no longer hold you in

We've heard about the Japanese giving up guns.

Guns barking like lightning and thunder.

Man the boats.

Pass those rifles up over the side.

O.K. Guns are the best things for rats.

Forty.