Sergeant: Hey, asshole! What do I look like to you?
O'Reilly: A sitting duck.

Holly McClane: Listen Dick... That is your name - "Dick"? If you're gonna continue to get this close would you consider switching aftershaves?
Richard Thornburg: Anything else?
Holly McClane: Stronger mouthwash would be nice.

Samantha Coleman: You give me this story and I'll have your baby.
John McClane: Not the kind of ride I'm looking for.

Holly McClane: Honey, this is the '90s. Y'know, microchips, microwaves, air phones.
John McClane: As far as I'm concerned, progress peaked with frozen pizza.

Stewardess: What did you do to him?
Holly McClane: I knocked two of his teeth out.
Stewardess: Would you like some champagne?

Rent-A-Car Girl: I'm closing off in an hour. Do you want to get a drink?
John McClane: [shows his wedding ring] Just the fax, ma'am. Just the fax.

Holly, here's your fucking landing light. Woo.

John McClane

John McClane: Excuse me, officers, this may seem like a wild goose chase but I think I just saw...
Sgt. Vito Lorenzo: Saw what?
John McClane: Elvis. Elvis Presley.

Trudeau: McClane, I know how you must feel.
John McClane: I wanted to help those people tonight. I was pretty goddamn useless.

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.

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

John McClane

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.

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