Travis: "Let me get this straight, you never use guns?"
Beck: "No."
Travis: "Never."
Beck: "Never."
Travis: "What if your best friend was gonna die, you wouldn't pick up a gun?"
Beck: "No guns."
Travis: "Santa Claus would pick up a gun to save his best friend."
Beck: "Do I look like Santa Claus? Do I look like Santa Claus to you?"
Travis: "What do you say? Guns make you whooh-poco-loco? Bang-bang-crazy?"
Beck: "I pick up guns, bad things happen to people. I don't like that."
Travis: "What kind of things?"
Beck: "Very bad things, Travis. Walk."
Travis: "What about knives?"
Beck: "Move."