"Carry a .25 if it makes you feel good, but do not ever load it. If you load it you may shoot it. If you shoot it you may hit somebody, and if you hit somebody, and he finds out about it, he may be very angry with you."
"'Morning, Armourer. Now I want to ask you some questions." M's voice was casual. "First of all, what do you think of the Beretta, the .25?"
"Ladies' gun, sir."
M raised ironic eyebrows at Bond. Bond smiled thinly.
"Really! And why do you say that?"
"No stopping power, sir. But it's easy to operate. A bit fancy looking too, if you know what I mean, sir. Appeals to the ladies."
"How would it be with a silencer?"
"Still less stopping power, sir. And I don't like silencers. They're heavy and get stuck in your clothing when you're in a hurry. I wouldn't recommend anyone to try a combination like that, sir. Not if they were meaning business."
M said pleasantly to Bond, "Any comment, 007?"
Bond shrugged his shoulders. "I don't agree. I've used the .25 Beretta for fifteen years. Never had a stoppage and I haven't missed with it yet. Not a bad record for a gun. It just happens that I'm used to it and I can point it straight. I've used bigger guns when I've had to—the .45 Colt with the long barrel, for instance. But for close-up work and concealment I like the Beretta." Bond paused. He felt he should give way somewhere. "I'd agree about the silencer, sir. They're a nuisance. But sometimes you have to use them."
"Ladies' gun, sir."
M raised ironic eyebrows at Bond. Bond smiled thinly.
"Really! And why do you say that?"
"No stopping power, sir. But it's easy to operate. A bit fancy looking too, if you know what I mean, sir. Appeals to the ladies."
"How would it be with a silencer?"
"Still less stopping power, sir. And I don't like silencers. They're heavy and get stuck in your clothing when you're in a hurry. I wouldn't recommend anyone to try a combination like that, sir. Not if they were meaning business."
M said pleasantly to Bond, "Any comment, 007?"
Bond shrugged his shoulders. "I don't agree. I've used the .25 Beretta for fifteen years. Never had a stoppage and I haven't missed with it yet. Not a bad record for a gun. It just happens that I'm used to it and I can point it straight. I've used bigger guns when I've had to—the .45 Colt with the long barrel, for instance. But for close-up work and concealment I like the Beretta." Bond paused. He felt he should give way somewhere. "I'd agree about the silencer, sir. They're a nuisance. But sometimes you have to use them."
— Dr. No by Ian Fleming
Bowser: Why are you building guns that shoot giant, slow bullets?!
Koopa Engineer: Well...uh...um...bigger bullets are harder to dodge.
[Bowser pulls out a handgun and shoots the Koopa Engineer]
Bowser: Oh, wow...yeah! Super easy to dodge that tiny bullet, right?
Koopa Engineer: Well...uh...um...bigger bullets are harder to dodge.
[Bowser pulls out a handgun and shoots the Koopa Engineer]
Bowser: Oh, wow...yeah! Super easy to dodge that tiny bullet, right?
— Dorkly Originals, "Bowser Wants a Gun"
Watson took the tiny gun, weighed it in his hand — it was astonishingly light — and pocketed it. "Thank you."
"You have to be able to count the hairs on their moustache before you pull the trigger, mind. It’s got no stopping power. But, as you probably know as well as me, there are plenty of times when just the sight of a gun does the trick."
"You have to be able to count the hairs on their moustache before you pull the trigger, mind. It’s got no stopping power. But, as you probably know as well as me, there are plenty of times when just the sight of a gun does the trick."
— The Dead Can Wait: a Doctor Watson thriller by Robert Ryan
Sheriff Lucas: Hey Doc. You can't kill me with that thing.
Dr. Crower: We'll see if you're mortal, just like me.
Sheriff Lucas: Never said I wasn't. But that's a thirty-eight. Ladies gun.
Dr. Crower: I'll shoot you three places I know are instantly fatal.
Sheriff Lucas: You'll get off one shot, Kevorkian. Make it count.
Jacques: I've never met the son of a real Don before. What do I call him—Little Don, or Don Junior?
(Maltese removes a hidden gun from Jacques' breeches.)
Maltese: What do I call this—Little Gun or Gun Jr.?
Jacques: A derringer?
