Hans Gruber: This time John Wayne does not walk off into the sunset with Grace Kelly.
John McClane: That was Gary Cooper, asshole.

They're gonna need some more FBI guys, I guess.

Dwayne T. Robinson

[over the CB] All right, listen up guys. 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except for the four assholes coming in the rear in standard two-by-two cover formation.


Listening to this is like having a pine cone shoved up my ass!

Matt Farrell

Zeus: Excuse me, I need to use that phone.
Businessman: Use the other one.
Zeus: Sir, please. I need to use that phone.
Businessman: Hey, listen, bro, I was here first.
Zeus: Bro? Get away from the goddamn phone!

Why are you so calm? Have you done that kinda stuff before?

Matt Farrell

Zeus: Didn't I hear you say you didn't even like your brother?
Simon: There's a difference between not liking one's brother and not caring when some dumb Irish flatfoot drops him out of a window.

C'mon baby, come ta' papa, I'll kiss ya' fuckin' dalmatian.

John McClane

Hans Gruber: You an American?
John McClane: Only if New Jersey counts.

John McClane: I'll tell you what your problem is, you don't like me because you're a racist!
Zeus: What?
John McClane: You're a racist! You don't like me because I'm white!
Zeus: I don't like you because you're going to get me killed!

[addressing his troops] And remember. This was all made possible thanks to the g-g-g-g-gullibility of the New York Police Department!


Hey babe, I negotiate million dollar deals for breakfast. I think I can handle this Eurotrash.

Harry Ellis

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