1st Stansfield man: [finds pizza among Matilda's guns] Lunch. 2nd Stansfield man: Careful Blood. Might be poisoned. 1st Stansfield man: No, no anchovies on this.
Andre Baptiste Jr.: Can you bring me the gun of Rambo? Yuri Orlov: Part One, Two, or Three? Andre Baptiste Jr.: I've only seen Part One.
Vitaly Orlov: Yuri, what the fuck do you know about guns? Yuri Orlov: I know which end I'd rather be on.
[a gun goes off at the football game] Hotlips O'Houlihan: Oh my God! They've shot him! Colonel Blake: Hot Lips, you incredible nincompoop! It's the end of the quarter.
1st Lt. Tom Pullings: [Before the final battle as the gun-crews wait for the signal] Steady now, lads. Keep calm.
Roger Thornhill: We'll get them. We'll throw the book at them. Assault and kidnapping. Assault with a gun and a bourbon and a sports car. We'll get them.
Rusty Griswold: Is that a real gun, Mom? Ellen Griswold: I don't know, Rusty, but when this is all over, your father... may be going away for a little while.
Charley: You the one killed our friend? Butler: That's right. I shot the boy, too. And I enjoyed it. [Charley pulls out his gun and shoots Butler]
[pointing a gun at Bond] Donald "Red" Grant: The first one won't kill you; not the second, not even the third... not till you crawl over here and you KISS MY FOOT!
Julio: [after Lester takes his gun] Hey, a royal flush put her in my pocket. Pimp Lester: Three hundred cold puts her in mine.
Shane: Do you mind putting down that gun? Then I'll leave. Joe Starrett: What difference does it make, you're leaving anyway? Shane: I'd like it to be my idea.
Captain von Trapp: [after pulling the gun from Rolfe] You'll never be one of them. Rolfe: Lieutenant! Lieutenant, they're here! They're here, Lieutenant! [blows whistle]
Period Blood Girl: [on phone to police] Yeah, send someone, hurry. [Hangs Up] Period Blood Girl: [to Mark] Mark! I called the cops you should hide your gun.
Gunshot Boy: Hey, come on! I'll show you where my dad keeps his gun. Come on! [turns to reveal bloody hole in the back of his head]
[Kenny has just appeared for the second time] Cartman: [not cursing to avoid getting shocked by V-chip] Son of a gun! Heck!
Woody: Hey, Etch... Draw! [Etch draws a picture of a gun] Woody: D'oh! Got me again! Etch, you've been working on that draw. Fastest knobs in the west.
V: No, what you have are bullets, and the hope that when your guns are empty, I'm no longer standing, because if I am... you'll all be dead before you've reloaded.
John Book: [John has returned from town, Rachel is labeling freshly canned peaches, John returns his gun and bullets] Here. Don't put 'em in the peaches.
When I speak out against the guns or against the big corporations, some of my friends say, 'Oh Yoko, be careful. These people have all the power.' But, you know, most people don't speak out because they are frightened.
As a technology, the book is like a hammer. That is to say, it is perfect: a tool ideally suited to its task. Hammers can be tweaked and varied but will never go obsolete. Even when builders pound nails by the thousand with pneumatic nail guns, every...
Looking back, one of the things I love most about my mom was that she never, ever relented. She stuck to her guns right up until the end. She wasn't abusive, but she was never that thrilled that I was gay.
