One could punch God in the face and has killed both banditos and nazis, the other has a beard...
Plus: "Get Off My Lawn!"
"Go Ahead, Make My Day."
and finally,
"I know what you're thinking. 'Did he fire six shots or only five?' Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?"
I would say nuff said, but to summarize I will say that I've never really left a Chuck movie feeling satisfied whereas I leave almost every Clint film super-satisfied.