pull the trigger (on something)

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pull the trigger (on something)

To make a final decision or commit to a certain course of action (about something). Jeff's been hemming and hawing about which car to buy—I wish he would just pull the trigger already! If we don't pull the trigger on this deal then we might never get the chance again.
See also: pull, trigger
References in classic literature ?
He knew he must be quick, and felt that he was fainting, so he pulled the trigger of the gun where it lay.
Had he but reversed it and pulled the trigger he might still be alive; maybe he is for all I know, since I did not kill him then.
Of course," he repeated, when for the third time his thought passed again round the same spellbound circle of memories and images, and pulling the revolver to the left side of his chest, and clutching it vigorously with his whole hand, as it were, squeezing it in his fist, he pulled the trigger.
Sheldon aimed at the centre of his chest, then deliberately shifted the aim to his right shoulder, and, with the thought, "That will put him out of business," pulled the trigger.
Why, ma'am, it was simple enough; he pulled the trigger with his big toe.
In the first fright of surprise, the black's finger pulled the trigger and his throat loosed an unearthly yell.
I covered his left shoulder and pulled the trigger as he was almost upon me.
It is just as the old woman said'; and he took his gun on his shoulder, pulled the trigger, and shot into the midst of them, so that their feathers flew about.
His revolver was on a level with the captain's heart, and the latter had taken but a step when Werper pulled the trigger.
He had been holding his revolver in his hand as a protection against nameless terrors, and as he leaped he pulled the trigger.
He had stopped, and now he deliberately raised it to Tarzan's breast and pulled the trigger.
He was still in the air, his fall in process of completion, when he pulled the trigger.
I pulled the trigger, saw a spark, heard nothing; the smoke drove back into my face, and then I could see Matara roll over head first and lie with stretched arms at her feet.
He rushed at him, but at that very instant Hippolyte raised the pistol to his temple and pulled the trigger.
To fire at that sloping forehead I knew would be worse than useless, and so I quickly shifted my aim and pulled the trigger, hoping against hope that the soft-nosed bullet and the heavy charge of powder would have sufficient stopping effect to give me time to place a second shot.