Ryan:My gun. [Warden retrieves Ryan's gun] Ryan:Thank you... Now, the bullets. Prison Warden:The bullets? Ryan:Twenty seven. Fifteen years ago, you put 'em in one of those bottom drawers there. Prison Warden:Twenty seven. You have a good memory. Ryan:Well, sometimes its not difficult. I still had six in my gun and 21 in my belt. If they hadn't double- crossed me, the count had been a little bit different.|