Ralphie: I want an official Red Ryder, carbine action, two-hundred shot range model air rifle! Mrs. Parker: No, you'll shoot your eye out.
[brandishing a rifle] George Taylor: Don't try to follow me. I'm pretty handy with this. Dr. Zaius: Of that I'm sure. All my life I've awaited your coming and dreaded it.
[lining up a rifle shot] Private Jackson: My goodness, and my fortress; my high tower, and my deliverer; my shield, and he in whom I trust.
[lining up a rifle shot] Private Jackson: O my God, I trust in thee: let me not be ashamed, let not my enemies triumph over me.
Mattie Ross: [anxiously watching four men riding to kill Rooster Cogburn] Shoot them, Mr. Laboeuf! LaBoeuf: [aiming his rifle] Too far. Movin' too fast.
Lieutenant John Chard: [shouting] Front rank fire! Rear rank fire, reload! Lieutenant John Chard: [repeats a few times as one line of soldiers fires and the other kneels and reloads their rifles]
Ash: Lady, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to leave the store. Possessed woman: Who the hell are you? Ash: Name's Ash. [cocks rifle] Ash: Housewares.
The U.S. Military is us. There is no truer representation of a country than the people that it sends into the field to fight for it. The people who wear our uniform and carry our rifles into combat are our kids, and our job is to support them, becaus...
What passing bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons.
The scope of my problem will easily fit in the scope of my rifle. Too bad true love has to come with a mother-in-law.
I recognized Meg’s swirly handwriting and crooked my index finger into the side of the envelope to rip it open. There was no letter. Just a picture. A picture of Meg holding a picture of me. The word HOME echoed through my body like a rifle shot.
I grew up on a farm, so there were rifles around. Every March around springtime, there's a big hunt that goes on, and you go out and hunt down all the pheasants. I actually never shot the pheasants; I'm not a big fan of killing animals myself.
The problem with defending the purity of the English language is that English is about as pure as a cribhouse whore. We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat them unconscious and rifle their ...
Every boy in a free country ought to be instructed in boxing, wrestling, and the use of weapons. Every young man ought to be drilled. Every householder ought, at least, to have a right to own a rifle, and should know how to make cartridges.
Lawyer: For heaven's sake, man, don't you realize you are going to be shot! Bastien-Thiry: You don't understand. No French soldier will raise his rifle against me. [He is shot by a firing squad the next day]
The Stranger: I'd like rifles and ammunition for everyone in the regiment. Gunsmith: What regiment? The Stranger: The city of Lago volunteer force Gunsmith: Never heard of it The Stranger: Well you should have because your in it.
Dr. Alan Grant: [loading a rifle] OK, it's just the two Raptors, right? [to Ellie] Dr. Alan Grant: You're sure the third one's contained? Dr. Ellie Sattler: Yes, unless they figure out how to open doors.
Rory Breaker: What did you shoot him with, an air rifle? Winston: Look, we grow weed. We're not mercenaries. Rory Breaker: You don't say.
Léon: The rifle is the first weapon you learn how to use, because it lets you keep your distance from the client. The closer you get to being a pro, the closer you can get to the client. The knife, for example, is the last thing you learn.
[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!
Joe Starrett: Looks like your friends are a little late. What are the Ryker boys up to this time? [points a rifle at Shane] Shane: Ryker? Joe Starrett: That's what I said. Shane: I wouldn't know a Ryker from your Jersey cow.
