Oh man, I can't fucking believe this. Another basement, another elevator. How can the same thing happen to the same guy twice?

John McClane

Grant: You're the wrong guy at the wrong place at the wrong time.
John McClane: Story of my life.

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: Too bad, McClane. I kind of liked you.
John McClane: I got enough friends.

Dwayne T. Robinson: We don't know shit, Powell. If there's hostages in there, how come no one's come to us with ransom demands? If there's terrorists in there, where's their list of demands? All we know is that whoever shot your car up is probably the same silly sonofabitch you've been talking to on that radio.
Sergeant Al Powell: Excuse me sir. But what about the body that fell out the window?
Dwayne T. Robinson: Well who knows? Perhaps some stockbroker, got depressed.

Marvin: So you like that one huh? How 'bout you give me twenty bucks for it?
John McClane: How 'bout I let you live?
Marvin: Man sure knows how to bargain.

Where's the fuckin door?

John McClane

John McClane: What do you say, Marv?
Marvin: I'll be damned if I'm gonna clean up this mess.

Morgue Worker: Hey. You're supposed to do that at the morgue.
John McClane: Not anymore. Got a new SOP for DOA's from the FAA.

[to Al] Take that fucking Twinkie out of your mouth...

John McClane

Carmine Lorenzo: Lorenzo, Terminal Police. You want something, you got it.
John McClane: This is it? One fucking platoon?
Grant: One crisis, one platoon. Who are you?
John McClane: John McClane.
Grant: McClane, you showed some balls out there, man.
John McClane: Yea.

Supervisor: Attention, whoever you are. This channel is reserved for emergency calls only...
John McClane: No fucking shit, lady. Do I sound like I'm ordering a pizza?

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