Marshal Nathan Van Cleef: How about that? It's a Mexican standoff. Only we ain't got no Mexicans.
Trinity: You wanna make a deal? How about this? You give me Neo or we all die, right here, right now.
Merovingian: (gun to his head) Interesting deal. You are really ready to die for this man?
Trinity: Believe it.
Persephone: She'll do it. If she has to, she'll kill everyone here. She's in love.
The Merovingian: It is remarkable how similar the pattern of love is to the pattern of insanity.
"U guyz are in a Latin stand-of!111" I shouted despariedrly.
— Ebony, My Immortal
Muller: There must be a name for this.
Landon Ricketts: An impasse, sir. An impasse.
"We seem to be at an impasse. If you move, violence erupts. If we move, violence erupts. That's a lot of erupting violence."
—Erskine Ravel, Skulduggery Pleasant
"Whoa, whoa! There must be some kind of peaceful resolution to this, fellas! Or even a violent one where I'm standing over there."
—Rocket, Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2
"We point the muzzles at one another at the same time, using our left hand to grab the other’s right wrist.
We stand still in this miraculous pose.
Before my eyes is the muzzle. Before Gide’s eyes is also the muzzle. My left hand grabs Gide’s gun, and Gide’s left hand grabs mine too."
We stand still in this miraculous pose.
Before my eyes is the muzzle. Before Gide’s eyes is also the muzzle. My left hand grabs Gide’s gun, and Gide’s left hand grabs mine too."
—Bungo Stray Dogs, Dark Era Light Novel
Star-Lord: (holding Spider-Man hostage) Everybody, stay where you are, chill the eff out! I'm gonna ask you this one time: where is Gamora?!
Iron Man: (holding Drax hostage) Yeah, I'll do you one better: who is Gamora?!
Drax: I'll do you one better: why is Gamora?!
Star-Lord: Tell me where the girl is, or I swear to you, I'm gonna French-fry this little freak!
Iron Man: Let's do it! You shoot my guy, and I'll blast him! Let's go!
Drax: DO IT, QUILL! I can take it!
Mantis: No, he can't take it!
Doctor Strange: She's right, you can't.
Iron Man: (holding Drax hostage) Yeah, I'll do you one better: who is Gamora?!
Drax: I'll do you one better: why is Gamora?!
Star-Lord: Tell me where the girl is, or I swear to you, I'm gonna French-fry this little freak!
Iron Man: Let's do it! You shoot my guy, and I'll blast him! Let's go!
Drax: DO IT, QUILL! I can take it!
Mantis: No, he can't take it!
Doctor Strange: She's right, you can't.
Tin Tin: Hey, that shit ain't even loaded, man.
Funboy: This one is.
T-Bird: Which of you Motor City motherfuckers wants to bet me this one isn't?
Funboy: This one is.
T-Bird: Which of you Motor City motherfuckers wants to bet me this one isn't?
Hero: (narrating) Life in front of the cameras was beginning to take a toll on us all. The little things, the things that used to make us laugh, like the asbestos in the walls, now just seemed annoying. Even worse, we began lashing out at each other.
(in the kitchen, Hero throws up into a rag, tosses it and misses the trash bin)
Toot: Ugh, you are just gonna leave that there? Bitch! Pick it up!
Hero: Fuck you, Fatty Foopa!
Toot: (points gun at Hero) Pick it up, or I'm sending ya back to Hell!
Clara: (points gun at Toot) All right, Toot! Drop your weapon!
Xandir: (points gun at Clara) No, you drop it!
Spanky: Nobody holds a gun to my girl! (points gun at her) ...but me!
Wooldoor: ALL RIGHT! LET'S FUCKIN' DO THIS! (sprouts multiple arms holding multiple guns) I'M NOT AFRAID TO DIE! (points one more gun at himself)
—Drawn Together, "The One Wherein There is a Big Twist"
