12. Vincent Vega and Jules Winnfield (John Travolta and Samuel L. Jackson, Pulp Fiction)

Body Count: 4

Although Jules Winnfield can claim the most chilling parting speech for his victims, these two knuckleheads have the lowest body counts on our list, giving some credence to our argument that Quentin Tarantino (and sometimes even this movie) is overrated.



11. Mr. Goodkat (Bruce Willis, Lucky Number Slevin)
Body Count: 9

We normally don't endorse movies that feature Bruce Willis with hair (The Kid, anyone?), but his Kansas City shuffling Mr. Goodkat isn't a far cry from bald badasses Butch Coolidge and John McClane. While we don't see him pop as many heads as others on the list, he has a smooth style and the brains to mastermind a "big picture" scheme. Plus, we haven't been able to stop saying "I'm a world-class assassin, fuckhead" since we saw this flick.




10. Martin Blank (John Cusack, Grosse Pointe Blank)
Body Count: 10

All that "pen is mightier" crap that high school English teachers preach must have struck a chord with Martin Blank. So much so, that when a squatty man with mind-boggling agility and an arsenal of advanced weaponry attempts time and again to send Blank to his maker, he simply dispatches him with a ballpoint pen. Eat it, bully!





9. Vincent (Tom Cruise, Collateral)
Body Count: 13

After commandeering Jamie Foxx's taxi as his getaway ride, Vincent makes the rounds, slaying more grunts than the East Coast–West Coast rap wars. Add to his lethal appetite a complete lack of moral dilemma over his line of work, and you have a killer creepier than Tom Cruise.