Dr. Schiller: Yes I was saying that we're dealing with a megalomaniacal personality with possible paranoid schizo...
John McClane: Hey, hey! How 'bout you just skip down to the part where you tell me what the fuck this has to do with me.

Zeus: Morning.
John McClane: Good morning.
Zeus: You having a nice day, sir? You feeling all right? Not to get too personal, but a white man standing in the middle of Harlem wearing a sign that says "I hate niggers" has got some serious personal issues, or not all his dogs are barking.
John McClane: [yawns]
Zeus: Hey! I'm talking to you! Now you've got about ten seconds before those guys see you, and when they do they will kill you. Do you understand? You're about to have a very bad day.
John McClane: Tell me about it.

Zeus: Wait a minute, wait a minute, it's a trick! I forgot about the man.
John McClane: Man? What man? Fuck the man! I got 10 seconds here!
Zeus: The riddle begins, "As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives!"
John McClane: So?
Zeus: So, the guy and his wives aren't going anywhere.
John McClane: What are they doing?
Zeus: Sitting in the fucking road! Waiting on the moors! How the hell should I know?

John McClane: You know that bomb I said they found up in Harlem?
Zeus: Yeah, what about it?
John McClane: Well, I kind of lied. They found it down in Chinatown.
Zeus: Oh that's low, man.

FBI Agent: Does the name Gruber mean anything to you, lieutenant?
John McClane: It rings a bell, yeah.

Ricky Walsh: Next, 14 dumptrucks stolen from a yard in Staten Island. Fourteen! Jesus! Somebody starting a construction company?
Joe Lambert: No, it's John's landlady - gonna clean up his apartment.

Say hello to your brother.

John McClane

Yesterday we were an army with no country, and tomorrow we must decide which country we want to buy!

Simon

Zeus: How do Catholics do their thing?
John McClane: North, South, West, East.

John McClane: You know how to hot-wire this thing?
Zeus: Of course I can, I'm an electrician. Only problem is... it takes too fuckin' long.

Zeus: Well, at least I'm gonna die rich.
John McClane: I've got bad news for ya, you're only dying with me.
Zeus: How the hell do you know?
John McClane: I know the man, I know the family. The only thing better than blowing up $100 billion worth of gold is making people think you did.

Simon: [on phone] Rear guard, you can close up now.
[pauses, not getting an answer]
Simon: We've reached the dam, you can come up now...
[no answer]
Simon: Nils? You can close in now. Nils?
John McClane: [on the guard's phone] Attention! Attention! Nils is dead! I repeat, Nils is dead, fuckhead. So's his pal, and those four guys from the East German All-Stars, your boys at the bank? They're gonna be a little late.
Simon: John... in the back of the truck you're driving, there's $13 billion dollars worth of gold bullion. I wonder would a deal be out of the question?
John McClane: Yeah, I got a deal for you. Come out from that rock you're hiding under, and I'll drive this truck up your ass.
Simon: How colorful.

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