Face/Off1997

[Archer and Castor are in a Mexican standoff in the hangar]

Sean Archer:
[jams his pistol into Castor's neck] Give up, Castor! Your time's up! [beat]

Castor Troy:
[laughs as his pistol is jammed into Archer's neck] Well, you better hit me, Sean, 'cause you got only one bullet left!

Sean Archer:
So do you. [Troy stands up and the two point pistols at each other's heads]

Castor Troy:
Wow! We've got something in common! We both know our guns.

Sean Archer:
What we don't have in common is that I don't care if I live, and you do.

Castor Troy:
Sean, that hurts. You're not having any fun, are you, Sean? Why don't you come with us? Try terrorism-for-hire. We'll blow some sh*t up! It's more fun!

Sean Archer:
Shut the f*** up!

Castor Troy:
You watch your f***ing mouth! I'm about to unleash the biblical plague "Hell-A" deserves! But I'll give this shithole a break if my brother and I walk.

Sean Archer:
Bullshit.

Castor Troy:
Oh-oh, oh, I-I see, I see. Y-You think I'm bluffing. Maybe I am. But then, maybe, I am not. More importantly, what would you do with me locked up? You'd drive your wife and kid crazy! Say, how is your daughter, anyway? Your... your darling Janie? Your little peach? Is she ripe? Ri-ripe-r...I'M READY!! [pulls the trigger but there is no bullet. Castor drops his gun]