Sipsey: Oh it don't make no kind of sense. Big ol' ox like Grady won't sit next to a colored child. But he eats eggs- shoot right outta chicken's ass!
Raoul Duke: Eat some reds and try to calm down. Smoke some grass, shoot some fucking smack! Shit man, do whatever you gotta do.
Sheriff Dan Shaw: [after the Stranger blows up the hotel and shoots four men] What the hell happened? The Stranger: Somebody left the door open and the wrong dogs came home.
[Nicholas is giving a talk to a group of school children] Nicholas Angel: Are there any questions? [Danny is sitting at the back of a group] Danny Butterman: Is it true that there's a point on a man's head where if you shoot it, it will blow up?
Isabelle: I enjoy the poetry of Christina Georgina Rossetti. She wrote, "My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit."
Jack: [after Paul thanks him for shooting footage of the genocide] I think if people see this footage, they'll say Oh, my God, that's horrible. And then they'll go on eating their dinners.
[hitman enters the room of the bar owner] Bar Owner: Who are you? Jeff Costello: Doesn't matter. Bar Owner: What do you want? Jeff Costello: To kill you. [shoots him]
Algren: Mr. Graham. Tell this man to fire at me. Simon Graham: I beg your pardon? Algren: Tell this man that if he does not shoot me, I will kill him.
Creasy: [talking to "The Voice" on the phone right after shooting his brothers hand] I'm gonna take your family apart piece by piece, you understand me? Piece by piece.
Leonard Shelby: [running] OK, so what am I doing? [sees Dodd also running] Leonard Shelby: Oh, I'm chasing this guy. [Dodd shoots at Leonard] Leonard Shelby: No... he's chasing me.
Joe Minaldi: [inspecting diamonds through a loupe] Any trouble? Patrick 'Patsy' Goldberg: No trouble. Kid stuff. [Pulls out a gun and shoots Joe in the eye through the loupe]
Poncho: You're bleeding, man. You're hit. Blain: I ain't got time to bleed. Poncho: [Confused] Oh... Okay... Poncho: [Poncho shoots a bunch of grenades up to the top of the cliff] You got time to duck?
Patton: We're not just going to shoot the bastards, we're going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the treads on our tanks. We're going to murder those lousy Hun bastards by the bushel.
Jake Hoyt: [after smoking angel dust] Who are you? Alonzo Harris: I'm the zig-zag man, who the fuck are you? Jake Hoyt: I'm a cop. Alonzo Harris: Watch out... don't shoot nobody.
[Quinlan fires a pistol at Vargas, not hitting him] Quinlan: That wasn't no miss, Vargas. That was just to turn you 'round, so I don't have to shoot you in the back. Unless you'd rather run for it.
Cross-examining Lawyer: You sprang from cover with revolver in hand? Rooster Cogburn: I did. Cross-examining Lawyer: Loaded and cocked? Rooster Cogburn: Well, if it ain't loaded and cocked, it don't shoot!
Mattie Ross: [anxiously watching four men riding to kill Rooster Cogburn] Shoot them, Mr. Laboeuf! LaBoeuf: [aiming his rifle] Too far. Movin' too fast.
Frank McLaury: [a mortally wounded McLaury is taking aim at Doc] I've got you now... you son of a bitch! Doc Holliday: [holds up arms] You're a daisy if you do! [Morgan shoots McLaury]
Franklin: They just shoot a bolt in their head, and then retract it. It's just BOOM-shht-BOOM-shht. Sally: Franklin, I like meat. Please change the subject!
Boris: Call me an ambulance. Somebody, call me an ambulance. Nicky Dimes: Shut up. Boris: Fuck you, I'm bleeding. Nicky Dimes: I'll call you a hearse... this is for Cody. [He shoots him]
Second Officer Charles Herbert Lightoller: Get back, I say, or I'll shoot you all like dogs! Keep order here! Keep order I say. Mr. Lowe, man this boat.
