Hand wrench!

That's a wrench.

No, not lench . Wrench.

I'll take care of it. Hand me the spanner.

Beautiful. Yeah.

What did you do?

It's very simple. You cock it. There's the trigger.

And keep your fingers off of the trigger.

Hurry up and give me a wrench.

What wrench?

Pulling the OMT Trigger

Competitors fight in every way they know to bring that man down.

We need a chain, Shorty.

Count the years, the months, the hours until the day you rot.

The UNFICYP Force Commander came to the site and, upon his arrival, Turkish soldiers cocked and pointed their weapons at him and other UNFICYP personnel.

Very easily... the catch is sanded.

Back a winner mister?

And she realized straight away that the soldiers with their fingers shaking on the triggers were more scared than the student protesters behind her.

I pulled the trigger.

On the morning that day, wearing work clothes and safety helmets, with wrenches in their waists and bolt guns in their hands, they shuttled on the steel frame outside buildings.

The only way is to dent her.

I let 'em get me.

He was a spy, in the pay of the police. But we pull edit off anyway.

Too bad they gotta get you sooner or later.

It's as if you pulled the trigger yourself.

He pretended to be busy with his foot and sat poking between his toes.

I'll get even. Just wait.

You don't have two girl musicians available, do you?

Put your hands above your head!

I forgot to tell him how triggerhappy you are.

The old man and a dynamiter.

Fold your arms behind your head.

Three. How many fingers do you see?

Two ounces isn't much. I might make it up tomorrow.

You see the meanness, the nastiness, they don't care who they hurt, who they have to run over to get power and control, Mediaite reported the president saying.

Because it was in this moment with the fingers on the triggers of the Hotchkiss guns that the U.S. government openly declared its position on Native rights.

One closes one's eyes, spins the cylinder points the gun at one's temple and pulls the trigger.

Here, ladies and gentlemen, we have the ax of the headsman... and the execution block.

When I did that, I had to use my bicep to get the hand to close, use my tricep to get it to open, cocontract again to get the elbow to work again.

Of course, the comic figure in all this is the longsuffering Mr. Wilkes.

And it shoots when you pull the trigger.

So this is the leading killer of women.

The arm is extended below the head.

Cash on hand accounts amount to 1 million.

His left hand is under my head...