What we have here is what they call a Mexican stand-off. Now, the thing you've got to ask...

[Mr. Watson opens the door to the van and sees his daughter asleep in front of Ms. Jones] Ms. Jones: What we have here is what they call a Mexican stand-off. Ms. Jones: [Mr. Watson cocks his gun at Ms. Jones] Now, the thing you've got to ask yourself is, what's behind the seat? Ms. Jones: [Mr. Watson sees Ms. Jones poke the muzzle of her gun from behind the seat] Now, a .22 will go right through it, but even a button will throw a .22 off. So, there is a good chance that it can get screwed up somewhere along the way and miss the target. What about a .38? Well, a .38 will drill pretty straight unless of course it hits metal. Then it's going to bust up into bitty little pieces. It'll keep going, but it's going to get slowed down quite a bit. How's about a .357? Well, that'll go through the seat, her, the dashboard. Shit! It'll go through the entire engine block before it even knows it hit anything. It'll end up in some pedestrian three blocks away. What do you think? Huh? What is my poison? [Mr. Watson looks back down at his little girl and the gun poking from behind the seat]