[first lines] [Jack trying to pick door lock. He drops one of his picks. When he bends over to pick it up, a gun shot is fired through the door, right where his head had been previously] Jack Walsh: Shit!
Delmar O'Donnell: I'm gonna visit those foreclosing son-of-a-guns at the Indianola Savings & Loan, slap that money on the barrelhead and buy back the family farm. You ain't no kind of man if you ain't got land.
Cornelius: Well Taylor, we're all fugitives now. George Taylor: Do you have any weapons, any guns? Cornelius: The best, but we won't need them. George Taylor: I'm glad to hear it. I want one anyway.
Sergeant Mac Eliot: Hey Dillon. [Dillon comes over and sees Mac motion to the trees] Dillon: [Mac takes a blade puts it on Dillon's back, Dillon spins around, his gun aimed but then sees a scorpion on the end of the blade] Thanks! Sergeant Mac Eliot:...
Colonel Yu: I think China belongs to Chinese people, but the rest of the world seems to disagree. Walter Fane: Yes, but that's got nothing to do with me. I didn't come here with a gun, you know. I came here with a microscope.
[Picard takes the phaser from Lily, and inspects it] Captain Jean-Luc Picard: Maximum setting. If you had fired this, you would have vaporized me. Lily Sloane: [sheepish] It's my first ray gun.
Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: I've staked my crew's life on the theory that you're a person, actual and whole, and if I'm wrong, you'd best shoot me now... [River cocks the gun she is pointing at Mal] Capt. Malcolm Reynolds: Or, we could talk more.
[from trailer] Sherlock Holmes: [looks at Watson's gun] Get that out of my face. Dr. John Watson: It's not in your face; it's in my hand. Sherlock Holmes: Get what's in your hand out of my face!
Charlie Bucket: [referring to Augustus' being stuck in the pipe] He'll never get out. Grandpa Joe: Yes, he will, Charlie. Watch. Remember when you once asked me how a bullet comes out of a gun?
Anybodys, Tomboy: I ain't never gonna get married. Too noisy. A-Rab: You ain't never gonna get married. Too ugly. Anybodys, Tomboy: [mimes firing a gun] Pow! A-Rab: Cracko Jacko! Down goes a teenage hoodlum.
On 'Sufferer,' I'm talking about the younger generation that has no other option for success than to find a gun somewhere. I try to appeal to them: 'I know you a sufferer, but it doesn't mean that you can't or shouldn't expect any better.' It's a lot...
Jean: Make someone happy. Have you ever wanted to? Patrick Bateman: I'm looking for, uh... [Puts nail gun to the back of Jean's head] Patrick Bateman: I guess you could say I just want to have a meaningful relationship with someone special.
Furious Styles: Why is it that there is a gun shop on almost every corner in this community? The Old Man: Why? Furious Styles: I'll tell you why. For the same reason that there is a liquor store on almost every corner in the black community. Why? The...
[Biff has chased Marty to the roof of a building] Biff Tannen: Go ahead, kid! Jump! A suicide will be nice and neat. Marty McFly: What if I don't? [Biff points gun at Marty] Biff Tannen: Lead poisoning.
The Dude: Just take it easy man. Walter Sobchak: I'm perfectly calm Dude. The Dude: [shouting] Yeah, waving the fucking gun around? Walter Sobchak: Calmer than you are. The Dude: Will you just take it easy? Walter Sobchak: Calmer than you are.
Ray: If you point a gun at someone, you'd better make sure you shoot him, and if you shoot him you'd better make sure he's dead, because if he isn't then he's gonna get up and try to kill you.
We cannot be any stronger in our foreign policy for all the bombs and guns we may heap up in our arsenals than we are in the spirit which rules inside the country. Foreign policy, like a river, cannot rise above its source.
Egypt's problem is that you've got an economy that works for about 40 million people, only you have 90 million people. The answer to the Egyptian problem is not guns, but jobs. We've got to find a private-sector, nongovernmental, aggressive way of cr...
After every massacre in a school, Americans grasp at quick cures. 'Let's install metal detectors and give guns to teachers' Let's crack down on troublemakers, weeding out kids who fit the profile of a gunman. Let's buy bulletproof whiteboards for the...
Yea ! by your works are ye justified--toil unrelieved ; Manifold labours, co-ordinate each to the sending achieved ; Discipline, not of the feet but the soul, unremitting, unfeigned ; Tortures unholy by flame and by maiming, known, faced, and disdain...
Some thirty inches from my nose The frontier of my Person goes, And all the untilled air between Is private pagus or demesne. Stranger, unless with bedroom eyes I beckon you to fraternize, Beware of rudely crossing it: I have no gun, but I can spit.
