Oops. No bullets! What do you think- I’m f*ckin’ stupid Hans.
He wasn’t lying about Marco. He’s down on the street. The other one was Heinrich. And his bag is missing.
Hey babe, I negotiate million dollar deals for breakfast. I think I can handle this Eurotrash.
Karl: They’re using artillery on us!
Hans Gruber: You idiot, it’s not the police. It’s *him*!
Hans Gruber: You idiot, it’s not the police. It’s *him*!
You asked for miracles, I give you… the FBI.
[from trailer]
The Warlock: [to Matt] Why did you bring a cop to my command center?
John McClane: [laughs] It’s a basement!
The Warlock: [angrily] Who is this man?
The Warlock: [to Matt] Why did you bring a cop to my command center?
John McClane: [laughs] It’s a basement!
The Warlock: [angrily] Who is this man?
John McClane: You would have made a pretty good cowboy yourself, Hans.
Hans Gruber: What was it you said to me earlier? “Yippie-kay-ya, motherf***er.
Hans Gruber: What was it you said to me earlier? “Yippie-kay-ya, motherf***er.
Yippee-ki-yay, motherf***er.
Just like I heard your brother squeal. When I broke his f***ing neck.
I am going to count to three, there will not be a four. Give me the code.
A hundred million terrorists in the world and I gotta kill one with feet smaller than my sister.
Hans Gruber: You *can* unlock the vault, can’t you?
Theo: You didn’t bring me along for my charming personality.
Theo: You didn’t bring me along for my charming personality.
John McClane: Is the building on fire?
Sergeant Al Powell: No, but it’s gonna need a paint job and a sh*t load of screen doors.
Sergeant Al Powell: No, but it’s gonna need a paint job and a sh*t load of screen doors.
Now I have a machine gun. Ho-ho-ho.
Ginny: Woah. That guy looks *really* pissed.
Holly Gennero McClane: He’s still alive.
Ginny: What?
Holly Gennero McClane: Only John can drive somebody that crazy.
Holly Gennero McClane: He’s still alive.
Ginny: What?
Holly Gennero McClane: Only John can drive somebody that crazy.
When they land we blow up the roof, they spend a month sifting through rubble, and by the time they work out what went wrong, we’ll be sitting on a beach, earning twenty percent.
Take *this* under advisement, jerkweed.
Hans Gruber: This time John Wayne does not walk off into the sunset with Grace Kelly.
John McClane: That was Gary Cooper, asshole.
John McClane: That was Gary Cooper, asshole.
John McClane: Son of a *****! Fist with your toes.
[imitating his wife’s request] Come out to the coast, we’ll get together, have a few laughs.
Why didn’t you try to stop ’em, John?? Because then you’d be dead too, asshole!! Think goddammit, think!
(Impersonating a hostage) You don’t work for Nakatomi, and if you’re not one of them?
No one kills him but me! Understood?
That’s a nice suit. It’d be a shame to ruin it
Now I know how a TV dinner feels.
Nice suit. John Phillips, London. I have two myself. Rumor has it Arafat buys his there.
Why don’t you take THIS under consideration, motherf*cker?!?
Joseph Takagi: You want money? What kind of terrorists are you?
Hans Gruber: Who said we were terrorists?
Hans Gruber: Who said we were terrorists?
Al Powell: You ain’t pissing in somebody’s pool, are you?
John McClane: Yeah, and I’m fresh out of chlorine.
John McClane: Yeah, and I’m fresh out of chlorine.
You want money? What kind of terrorists are you?
What was it you said before? Yippi-ki-yay, motherf—er.
Oh god I hope that’s not a hostage
Sergeant Al Powell: Right now you should fight, ****, or hit the fence. And I suggest you hit the fence.
I’m Agent Johnson, this is Special Agent Johnson. No relation.
[After C4 Explosion] Tell me you got that!
(Points gun at John) Put down the gun and give me my detonators.
John McClane: I guess I was wrong about you. You’re not such an asshole after all.
Grant: Oh, you were right about me. I’m just your kind of asshole.
Grant: Oh, you were right about me. I’m just your kind of asshole.
Oh my God, the quarterback is toast.
Only John can make somebody that crazy.
Glass, who gives a sh*t about glass?
Hans Gruber: You ask for a miracle, I give you the FBI
I am going to count to three. There will not be a four.
No f*cking sh*t lady does it sound like I’m ordering a pizza?!
John McClane: You throw quite a party. I didn’t realize they celebrated Christmas in Japan.
Joseph Takagi: Hey, we’re flexible. Pearl Harbor didn’t work out so we got you with tape decks.
Joseph Takagi: Hey, we’re flexible. Pearl Harbor didn’t work out so we got you with tape decks.
John McClane: Geronimo, Mother****er!
We’re gonna need some more FBI guys, I guess.
Zeus: Ain’t no riddle gonna solve this mother****er?
Simon: No riddle, no code, no fancy little countdown.
Simon: No riddle, no code, no fancy little countdown.
Big Johnson: Just like f***in’ Saigon ain’t it, Slick?
Little Johnson: I was in junior high, dickhead.
Little Johnson: I was in junior high, dickhead.
(On the radio) You are most troublesome for a security guard.
Do you really think you have a chance against us Mr. cowboy?
Mr. Takagi, I could talk about men’s fashion and industrialization all day but I’m afraid work must intrude, and my associate Theo has some questions for you, sort of fill in the blanks questions…
In fact, I think he’s a cop. Maybe not LAPD, but he’s definitely a badge.
Nine million terrorists in the world and I gotta kill one with feet smaller than my sister.
And when Alexander saw the breadth of his domain, he wept, for there were no more worlds to conquer.” Benefits of a classical education.
Supervisor: Attention, whoever you are. This channel is reserved for emergency calls only…
John McClane: No f***ing sh*t, lady. Do I sound like I’m ordering a pizza?
John McClane: No f***ing sh*t, lady. Do I sound like I’m ordering a pizza?
[Reading what McClane wrote on the dead terrorist’s shirt] “Now I have a machine gun. Ho ho ho.
After all this, you’re just a common thief.
Who said we were terrorists?
Hans Gruber: You an American?
John McClane: Only if New Jersey counts.
John McClane: Only if New Jersey counts.
Who’s driving this car, Stevie Wonder?
FBI Agent Johnson: Figure we take out the terrorists. Lose twenty, twenty-five percent of the hostages.
FBI Special Agent Johnson: I can live with that.
FBI Special Agent Johnson: I can live with that.
I wanted this to be professional. Efficient, adroit, cooperative, not a lot to ask. Alas, your Mr. Takagi did not see it that way, so he won’t be joining us for the rest of his life.
Takagi: You’ll just have to kill me.
Hans Gruber: Okay.
Hans Gruber: Okay.
Mr Takagi, I could talk about industrialization and men’s fashion all day. However, I am far more interested in the 100 million dollars in negotiable bearer bonds hidden in your vault… and the computer controls the vault.
Edith: What about my dreams?
Dewey Cox: Edith I told you I can’t build your candy house! It will fall apart, the sun will melt the candy, it won’t work!
Dewey Cox: Edith I told you I can’t build your candy house! It will fall apart, the sun will melt the candy, it won’t work!
C’mon baby, come ta’ papa, I’ll kiss ya’ f***in’ dalmatian.
John McClane: Merry Christmas, Argyle.
Argyle: Merry Christmas.
Argyle: Man, if this is their idea of Christmas, I *gotta* be here for New Year’s.
Argyle: Merry Christmas.
Argyle: Man, if this is their idea of Christmas, I *gotta* be here for New Year’s.
No more table! Where are you going to go now? Let me give you some advice: Next time you have the chance to kill someone, don’t hesitate!!!
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