Guards! Guards!

They may be called the Palace Guard, the City Guard, or the Patrol. Whatever the name, their purpose in any work of heroic fantasy is identical: it is, round about Chapter Three (or ten minutes into the film) to rush into the room, attack the hero one at a time, and be slaughtered. No one ever asks them if they wanted to.
This book is dedicated to those fine men.

(Terry Pratchett in the Dedication)

Jurassic Park

Sattler: So, what are you thinkin’?
Grant: That we’re out of the job.
Malcolm: Don’t you mean extinct?

Sattler: Allora, a che stai pensando?
Grant: Penso che siamo senza lavoro.
Malcolm: Non volevi dire estinti?