Bill Steiner: Hey I think someone just shot a torpedo at us! Capt. Bart Mancuso: No shit, Buckwheat, now get the hell out of here!
[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.
Lester Cowans: [after the three civil rights workers are killed] You only left me a nigger, but at least I shot me a nigger.
[Chris and Vin were just shot at, hitting the tip of Chris' cigar] Vin: You elected? Chris: Na. I got nominated real good.
[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.
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]
Barbossa: Ten years you carry that pistol and now you waste your shot. Will Turner: He didn't waste it.
Eliza Birch: Did you feel bad for that deer when you shot it? Ralph Dover: Do you feel bad for cows when you go into McDonalds?
[lining up a rifle shot] Private Jackson: Blessed be the Lord my strength, which teaches my hands to war, and my fingers to fight.
[Given a detective's gold badge] Frank Serpico: What's this for? For bein' an honest cop? Hmm? Or for being stupid enough to get shot in the face? You tell them that they can shove it.
Malcolm Crowe: [after being shot by Vincent Gray] I think I'm okay really. I think it just went in and out. I... It doesn't even hurt anymore.
John Connor: Does it hurt when you get shot? The Terminator: I sense injuries. The data could be called "pain."
Mentor: You think a cop gives a fuck about a pimp? Listen. Every pimp in the world gets shot. Two in the back of the fuckin' head. Cops'd throw a party, man.
Little Bill Daggett: You just shot an unarmed man. Bill Munny: He should have armed himself if he's gonna decorate his saloon with my friend.
McManus: Old McDonald had a farm ee i ee i o. And on that farm he shot some guys. Badda boom badda bing bang boom.
BTN News Poppet: Now, this is only an initial report, but at this time, it's believed that during this heroic raid, the terrorist was shot and killed. Little Glasses Girl: Bollocks.
[Crazy Lee has shot three hostages trying to escape] Crazy Lee: Feathers flew like a turkey! Well, they shouldn't have run; they shouldn't have run.
Masai: What about our patrols? Riff: So far nothin', but we got somebody here you oughta talk to. He says he saw who shot Cyrus.
I teach a lecture course on American poetry to as many as 150 students. For a lot of them, it's their only elective, so this is their one shot. They'll take the Russian Novel or American Poetry, so I want to give them the high points, the inescapable...
More negatives write than call. It's a cheap shot for me to go on the air with the critical letters or E-mail I get because the reaction of the listeners is always an instantaneous expression of sympathy for me and contempt for the poor critic.
I think I would love a shot at remaking 'The Philadelphia Story,' as daunting as it is. I still think it's fantastic. I love the '30s comedies because they're allowed to be both comic and elegant, and the women are so complicated in them.
