Washington: There, use your rifle.
Church: My rifle?
Washington: Shoot it!
(Church fires and hits the windmill blade)
Church: Dammit!
(The bullet ricochets 8 times before finally going through the Meta's leg)
Church: I got it, yes! Did you see that, what a shot! I'm awesome!
Washington: It only counts if you call it!
Church: Oh, bullshit, dude!
[Britt has just shot a fleeing bandit off his horse]
Chico: Ah, that was the greatest shot I've ever seen.
Britt: The worst! I was aiming at the horse.
Who needs skill when you've got dumb luck? Sometimes your shots hit miraculously, regardless of the fact that you seemed to slip when you pulled the trigger or that you weren't aiming at your foe when you fired.
— Description of the Unexpected Sharpshooter dedication, Pathfinder
Tonto: Great shot!
John: [horrified] That was supposed to be a warning shot!
Tonto: In that case, not so good.
John: [horrified] That was supposed to be a warning shot!
Tonto: In that case, not so good.
