Dr. Okun: This is the vault. Or as some of us like to call it: The Freak Show.

Indiana: This is it... This is where Forrestall cashed in.
Satipo: A friend of yours?
Indiana: A competitor... he was good. He was very good.

Julius Levinson: Hey don't you tell him to shut up! You'd all be dead now if it weren't for my David! None of you did anything to prevent this!
Gen. Gray: There was nothing we could do!
Julius Levinson: Oh don't give me that! You knew about this for a long time! What with that spaceship you found in New Mexico! What was it called... Roswell, New Mexico! And that other place... uh... Area 51, Area 51! You knew then! And you did nothing!
President Thomas Whitmore: Mr. Levinson, you're mistaken. There is no Area 51. There is no spaceship:
Albert Nimzicki: Uh... Mr. President. That's not entirely accurate.
David Levinson: What, which part?

FBI agent: Have you been followed at all during the last few days? Any suspicious phone calls? Any kind of surveillance at all? Anything?
John McClane: Well, now that you mention it, I have, sort of, been feeling this burning sensation between my toes.

Area 51 Guard: I'm sorry, Captain. This is a restricted area. I can't let you pass without clearance.
Captain Steven Hiller: Okay. Come here. You wanna see my clearance? [shows the alien wrapped in parachute] Maybe I'll just leave this here with you.
Area 51 Guard: Let them pass! Let them pass!

Marion: Hey, what happened? You don't look very happy.
Indiana: Fools. Bureaucratic fools.
Marion: What'd they say?
Indiana: They don't know what they've got there.
Marion: Well, I know what I've got here. Come on. I'll buy you a drink. You know, a drink?

The three choppers are steadily approaching what has unanimously agreed to be the front of these spaceships, a parabolic indentation nine city blocks in diameter.

Monica Soloway

Satipo: [picking up poison dart] The Hovitos are near. The poison is still fresh, three days. They're following us.
Barranca: If they knew we were here, they would've killed us already.

Zeus: Are you aiming for these people?
John McClane: No. Well, maybe that mime.

John McClane: Drop it, dickhead. It's the police.
Tony: You're not going to hurt me.
John McClane: Oh, yeah? Why not?
Tony: Because you're a policeman. There are rules for policemen.
John McClane: Yeah. That's what my captain keeps telling me.

Constance: Now what do we do?
President Thomas Whitmore: Address the nation. There's gonna be a lot of frightened people out there.
Constance: Yeah. I'm one of 'em.

Julius Levinson: David. What the hell are you doing?
David Levinson: Making a mess!
Julius Levinson: Yes, this I can see.

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