Mr. Parker: [Explaining rather sheepishly to Mother why "Santa Claus" brought Ralphie the BB gun] Mr. Parker: I had one when I was eight years old. Mother: What if he hurts himself?
[Roger and Rico point their guns at each other, at point blank range] Roger: Hold it! [Rico breaks and begins to run away] Roger: Don't go out there! [Rico is shot and screams as he falls off the tenement rooftop]
Michael: Every time he comes up, he's got no knife, he's got no jacket, he's got no pants, he's got no boots. All he's got is that stupid gun he carries around like John Wayne.
Ambassador Trentino: Chicolini, your partner has deserted you but I'm still counting on you. There is a machine gun nest near Hill 28. I want it cleaned out. Chicolini: All right, I'll tell the janitor.
John Preston: There's no war. No murder. Partridge: What is it you think we do? John Preston: No. You've been with me, you've seen how it can be - the jealousy, rage. Partridge: A heavy cost. I pay it gladly. [Reaches for his gun]
[to the Narrator who has just fired a warning shot into the window of an explosives filled van] Tyler Durden: WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! Ok, you are now firing a gun at your 'imaginary friend' near 400 GALLONS OF NITROGLYCERINE!
Tyler Durden: [the Narrator places the gun under his chin and cocks back the hammer] Now why would you want to go and blow your head off? Narrator: Not my head, Tyler, *our* head.
Rat: The boy is being held in an apple crate on top of a gun cabinet in the attic of Bean Annex. Mr. Fox: Would you have told me if I hadn't killed you first? Rat: Never.
Sonny: Hey, listen, I want somebody good - and I mean very good - to plant that gun. I don't want my brother coming out of that toilet with just his dick in his hands, alright? Clemenza: The gun'll be there.
Mama Fratelli: There it is. Okay, Jake, you first. Jake Fratelli: I ain't going down there, Mama. Are you kidding me? Mama Fratelli: [pulls out her gun and points it at Jake] GO! Jake Fratelli: I can't argue with that, Mama.
Blondie: [counting Angel Eyes' men] One, two, three, four, five, and six. Six, the perfect number. Angel Eyes: I thought three was the perfect number. Blondie: I've got six more bullets in my gun.
Hildy Johnson: [Hildy's on the phone telling Walter how Earl Williams escsaped] Of course he had to have a gun to re-enact the crime with. And who do you think supplied it? Peter B. Hartwell. B For brains.
Professor Henry Jones: [accidentally shoots their own plane with the machine gun] Indiana Jones: Dad, are we hit? Professor Henry Jones: More or less. Son, I'm sorry. They got us.
Dr. Ellie Sattler: [after Alan's given a very bloody description of a Raptor's capabilities to a skeptical child at a dinosaur dig] Hey, Alan. If you wanted to scare the kid you could have pulled a gun on him.
Harry: [after overpowering and pistol-whipping a guy who'd had a gun on him and Perry] Doesn't that suck? I just hit you for no reason. I don't even know why.
Prince Feisal: And I must do it because the Turks have European guns. But I fear to do it. Upon my soul I do. The English have a great hunger for desolate places. I fear they hunger for Arabia.
Caroline Crabb: Sold your gunfighter outfit? Turning in your gun? Jack Crabb: Well, sorry, Caroline. Caroline Crabb: There's ain't nothin' in this world more useless than a gunfighter who can't shoot *people*!
Anderson: [after the altercation with Ward where Ward pulled his gun on Anderson] Do you think he would have shot me? Agent Bird: Oh, yes sir. Anderson: Ballsy little bastard, isn't he?
Dr. Solomon: Now, you understand I can't just give you new irises. Because if I do, the retinal scans will read the scar tissue, alarms will go off, and large men with guns will appear.
Harry Cooper: Helen! I have to get that gun! Helen Cooper: Haven't you had ENOUGH? Harry Cooper: Look, two people are already dead on account of that guy! Take a look out that window!
[first lines] Detective Taylor: Neighbors heard them screaming at each other, like for two hours, and it was nothing new. Then they heard the gun go off, both barrels. Crime of passion. William Somerset: Yeah, just look at all the passion on that wal...
