There are three types of people in this world: sheep, wolves, and sheepdogs. Some people prefer to believe that evil doesn't exist in the world, and if it ever darkened their doorstep, they wouldn't know how to protect themselves. Those are the sheep. Then you've got predators who use violence to prey on the weak. They're the wolves. And then there are those blessed with the gift of aggression, an overpowering need to protect the flock. These men are the rare breed who live to confront the wolf. They are the sheepdog.
— My apologies, miss.
— Captain Barbossa, I am here to negotiate the cessation of hostilities against Port Royal.
— There were a lot of long words in there, miss. We're nought but humble pirates. What is it that you want?
— I want you to leave and never come back.
— I'm disinclined to acquiesce to your request. Means no.
He who runs with aggression, walks without dignity.
Be strong... to be weak is to invite aggression, oppression, tyranny, misery and woe.
— I'll mess you up, man.
— Well, you'll have one shot. You better make it good. What, are you waiting for your girlfriends? You better go. Take it. Take your shot. Take it! Come on. Come on.
The only way to secure the peace, Senator, as I'm sure you know, is to be prepared. See, we can parachute these robot guys behind enemy lines. They hide out till the first strike blows over, then each one of these little boogers carries a 25-megaton bomb right up the middle of main street Moscow, like the mailman bringing bad news. We call it "Operation Got You Last."
Aggression unopposed becomes a contagious disease.