Zeus: See, I told you Park Drive was jammed!
John McClane: I didn't say through Park Drive.

Zeus: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! I'm not going anywhere.
Inspector Cobb: Simon says you got to go.
Zeus: I'm not jumping through hoops for some psycho! That's a white man, with white problems. You deal with him. Call me when he crosses 110th Street.

Inspector Cobb: We'll be back to pick you up in 15 minutes.
John McClane: Take your time. I expect to be dead in four.

Money means shit to me. I would not give up McClane for all the gold in your Fort Knox.


Simon: Where are my pigeons now?
Inspector Cobb: Pigeons?
Simon: I had two pigeons, bright and gay, fly for me the other day. Why is it they did go? You cannot tell, you do not know.
Inspector Cobb: You mean McClane?
Simon: No, I mean Santa Claus.

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.

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.

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.

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


Say hello to your brother.

John McClane

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.

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.

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