Ace Speck: [as Dr. Schultz questions Django] Hey! Stop talking to him like that. Dr. King Schultz: [looks to Ace] Like what? Ace Speck: Like that. Dr. King Schultz: My dear sir, I am simply trying to ascertain... Ace Speck: Speak English, goddamn it....
Frank: Listen, what am I paying my fucking dues for? This is my golf course! If I wanna play here, I will play here. If he gets hit with my titleist, that's his fucking problem. Fore! Fore! [Hits ball] Bill Foster: [the ball barely misses his head; w...
I like to keep a shotgun in my room for protection. You know, just in case my apartment gets broken into by a pack of deer, which is something I’m constantly worrying about.
They should make cell phones that are dishwasher safe. My cup runneth over—especially since both our drinks are in one glass because I’m too lazy to load the shotgun.
Over the centuries, mankind has tried many ways of combating the forces of evil... prayer, fasting, good works and so on. Up until Doom, no one seemed to have thought about the double-barrel shotgun. Eat leaden death, demon.
We can't have special interests sitting shotgun. We gotta have middle class families up in front. We don't mind the Republicans joining us. They can come for the ride, but they gotta sit in back.
When I was a kid in Nebraska, a cantankerous farmer, known for plinking with his '22 at passing cars in which he perceived enemies, ingeniously rigged up a shotgun in his house, trained on the inside of his front door so as to widely distribute any i...
Gary: Shotguns? What, like guns that fire shot? Barry the Baptist: Oh, you must be the brains of the operation. Yes, guns that fire shot.
[Chris is driving the hearse up to Boot Hill; Vin is riding shotgun] Chris: We'll get there. Vin: It's not getting up there that bothers me. It's staying up there that I mind.
The Gyro Captain: [the Gyro Captain realizes Max's shotgun had been empty the entire time] Empty! All this time! [reproachful] The Gyro Captain: That's dishonest! Low!
[referring to his shotgun] Alonzo Harris: You *know* I'm surgical with this bitch, Jake. How do you want it, dog? Closed casket? Remember that fool in the wheelchair? How do you think he got there?
But as Ana pulled away on a west-bound highway with a werewolf riding shotgun and her thirst for blood calling yet again, she had this thought: Maybe a Misfit could never be normal, no matter how badly it wanted to.
Jack Miller aimed his shotgun at the monster’s grey-skinned head and pulled the trigger. Green sludge and bits of bone and flesh splattered through the air to land on the street, the gory aftermath releasing a noxious, sulfurous odor.
Leaning forward in the chair, Harley squeezed out a controlled fart, so no one could hear it. This damn reception area was like a echo chamber. If he weren’t careful, it could reverberate around the hall like a shotgun blast.
To me, the excitement is in ordering a fine shotgun, going through the process that everybody who has bought one has gone through for 100 years. You order it, you make a significant down payment, and then you wait three or four years for the gun to b...
My cousin cleaned out a shotgun for me and let me carry it around the house, because he said, 'Anybody who knows anything about guns is going to know in a second if someone has held a gun before.' I didn't want to be that person. I wanted to be pract...
[from Machete trailer] Priest: I took a vow of peace. And now you want me to help you KILL these men? Machete: Yes, bro... I mean Padre. Priest: I'll see what I can do. [pumps shotguns]
Daniel Sanchez: You have my family. So... how much do you want? Creasy: Ah. Your brother wants to say something to you. Hold on. [Creasy blows off Aurelio's hand with a shotgun]
The Gyro Captain: [Max loads his shotgun with a shell found on a dead body] How do we know that one's not a dud? Max: [Max aims at the Captain's face] Find out.
Sol: What the fuck is that? Vinny: Heh heh. This is a shotgun, Sol. Sol: It's a fucking anti-aircraft gun, Vincent. Vinny: Well I wanna raise some pulses, don't I? Sol: You'll raise Hell. Never mind pulses.
Captain Bennett: He let the killers in himself? Why would he do a thing like that? Frank Bullitt: I'm waiting to ask him. Captain Bennett: What about the setup? What do you make of that? Frank Bullitt: Shotgun and a backup man, professionals.
