Tequila: Should I salute you? Alan: You've got the gun. I'll go and milk a cow if you want. Tequila: Sorry, I don't drink milk
Damon Macready: [finding Marcus in his apartment, pointing a gun at him] How'd you find me, Marcus? Sergeant Marcus Williams: One of us is still a cop, remember?
[Rocco is showing strain at the height of the hurricane's force] Frank McCloud: You don't like it, do you Rocco, the storm? Show it your gun, why don't you? If it doesn't stop, shoot it.
Barry the Baptist: If you don't want to be counting the fingers you haven't got, I suggest you get those guns. Quick!
Big Chris: All right, son: roll them guns up, count the money, and put your seat belt on.
Eddie: Tom, you take those guns and you throw them off a bridge. Bacon: And throw yourself off while you're at it.
[Hickock has pulled a gun on a man for yelling] Jack Crabb: Listen; what are you so nervous about? Wild Bill Hickock: [pouring a drink] Gettin' shot.
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]
