Doyle: (searching Mask) Really big sunglasses...
Cop: Bike horn...
Doyle: Small-mouthed bass...
Cop: Bowling pin...
(something goes snap)
Doyle: Aah!... Mousetrap...
Cop: Rubber chicken...
The Mask: Little to the left. That's it.
Doyle: (inspecting an odd-looking squeaky toy) ...I don't know.
Cop: Funny eyeball glasses...
The Mask: I've never seen those before in my life.
Cop: Bazooka...
The Mask: I have a permit for that.
Doyle: Picture of Kellaway's wife.
Lieutenant Kellaway: What? (close-up of framed photo — woman in lingerie, complete with her phone number and "Call me, Lover!")
The Mask: Uh-oh.
Lieutenant Kellaway: Margaret! You son-of-a-bitch!
The Mask: Geez, I figured you had a sense of humor. After all — you married her!
Cop: Bike horn...
Doyle: Small-mouthed bass...
Cop: Bowling pin...
(something goes snap)
Doyle: Aah!... Mousetrap...
Cop: Rubber chicken...
The Mask: Little to the left. That's it.
Doyle: (inspecting an odd-looking squeaky toy) ...I don't know.
Cop: Funny eyeball glasses...
The Mask: I've never seen those before in my life.
Cop: Bazooka...
The Mask: I have a permit for that.
Doyle: Picture of Kellaway's wife.
Lieutenant Kellaway: What? (close-up of framed photo — woman in lingerie, complete with her phone number and "Call me, Lover!")
The Mask: Uh-oh.
Lieutenant Kellaway: Margaret! You son-of-a-bitch!
The Mask: Geez, I figured you had a sense of humor. After all — you married her!
— The Mask
Gibbs: You're coming along, strictly as an observer. Hand over all you weapons.
Ziva: Is that really necessay? (Gibb holds out his hand) Right. (gives him a gun)
Gibbs: And your backup.
Ziva: What backup?
Gibbs: Left leg.
Ziva: Oh. That one. (gives it to him)
Gibbs: And the knife concealed at your waist. (Ziva hands knife to Gibbs, who hands it back) You can keep this. I just wanted you to know that I know. note
— NCIS, "Silver War"
[Outside the Gates of Nargothrond. Enter Beren, escorted by the Rangers, but unbound.]
Captain: Forgive me, sir, but you must leave your weapons with us. It isn't permitted to go armed into the presence of the King.
Beren: Of course. Hold on a minute—
[He hands over his bow, quiver, longsword, shortsword and dagger]
Captain: [relieved] Thank you for being so understanding about this. Now if you'll just come this way—
Beren: Not done yet.
[taking assorted dirks from vambraces, leggings, belts and backpack.]
Captain: [staring at the mounting pile] Oh...Is there more?
Beren: [working poniards out of cloak hem and hand-guards] Yup.
Captain: Is — is that everything?
Beren: [muffled, struggling out of his armor] No, there are still the backups, but you'll have to wait a bit.
[takes another several pounds of metal from undertunic, sleeves, waistband]
Beren: That should do it.
Captain: Forgive me, sir, but you must leave your weapons with us. It isn't permitted to go armed into the presence of the King.
Beren: Of course. Hold on a minute—
[He hands over his bow, quiver, longsword, shortsword and dagger]
Captain: [relieved] Thank you for being so understanding about this. Now if you'll just come this way—
Beren: Not done yet.
[taking assorted dirks from vambraces, leggings, belts and backpack.]
Captain: [staring at the mounting pile] Oh...Is there more?
Beren: [working poniards out of cloak hem and hand-guards] Yup.
Captain: Is — is that everything?
Beren: [muffled, struggling out of his armor] No, there are still the backups, but you'll have to wait a bit.
[takes another several pounds of metal from undertunic, sleeves, waistband]
Beren: That should do it.
— A Boy, a Girl and a Dog: The Leithian Script, chapter 2
[Captain John Hart hands over two guns and a katana]
Captain Jack Harkness: [holds a hand out, makes "gimme" motion] The rest.
Captain John Hart: Oh, you know me. I'm a two-weapon man.
Gwen Cooper: [scanning] One pistol strapped to each leg, laser knife beneath the left elbow, 17 explosive charges in the lining of his coat.
Captain John Hart: Slipped my mind.
Captain Jack Harkness: [holds a hand out, makes "gimme" motion] The rest.
Captain John Hart: Oh, you know me. I'm a two-weapon man.
Gwen Cooper: [scanning] One pistol strapped to each leg, laser knife beneath the left elbow, 17 explosive charges in the lining of his coat.
Captain John Hart: Slipped my mind.
— Torchwood, "Kiss Kiss Bang Bang"
Proton began running his hands over his clothing. "They confiscated my wristio, so we can't call out…Great Calculator, they've taken everything! Knife-rings, detonator buttons, belt-sword, trouser-fly transmitter, diamond-saw bootlaces, thermite lint, G-string abseil harness, infra-red contact lenses, my tiny glass balls filled with anesthesia gas, the synthetic strands of hair that can be joined into a 300-pound monofilament test line..." Proton lifted his shirt and stared in horror at the neat laser-scar across his stomach. "The bastards — they even removed my fake explosive appendix!"
Jonah: You still got that derringer in your bustle?
Lilah: No, he took it.
Jonah: What about that knife in your garter?
Lilah: Took it.
Jonah: What about that—
Lilah: Took it all, Jonah.
Jonah: Well, searched you pretty darn good, didn't they?
Lilah: Wouldn't you?
