[Blake casts a disbelieving eye at as much of her as he can see on the screen.] Come on. You're maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet. You couldn't even hold up a rifle.

[He grunts.] A soldier who fights God. I think I've seen pamphlets about that.

A gun sword doesn't even make sense. How the hell is that any better than a regular old gun?

[He is totally not jealous of that idea.]