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...
[Shaun hits the zombie pub owner with the butt of the rifle] Ed: Why didn't you just shoot him, man? Shaun: Ed, for the last time... [Shaun squeezes the trigger of the gun, and it actually fires!] Ed: [gleefully] I fucking knew it!
Bouncer: [examining a golf bag] What's in here? Spats' Henchman: My golf clubs. The putter, niblick, number three iron... Bouncer: [pulling out a Tommy sub-machine gun] What's this? Spats' Henchman: My mashie!
Sol: What the fuck is that? Vinny: Heh heh. This is a shotgun, Sol. Sol: It's a fucking anti-aircraft gun, Vincent. Vinny: Well I wanna raise some pulses, don't I? Sol: You'll raise Hell. Never mind pulses.
