Gen. Gray: Mr. President, I'd sure like to know what you're doing.
President Thomas Whitmore: I'm a combat pilot, Will. I belong in the air.

Toht: Your fire is dying, here. Why don't you tell me where the piece is right now?
Marion: Listen, Herr Mack, I don't know what kind of people you're used to dealing with, but nobody tells me what to do in my place.
Toht: Fräulein Ravenwood, let me show you what I am used to...

Capt. Jimmy Wilder: You scared, man?
Captain Steven Hiller: No. You?
Capt. Jimmy Wilder: No. Hold me.

Marion: Wait, wait. I can be reasonable.
Toht: That time has passed.
Marion: You don't need that. I'll tell you everything.
Toht: Yes, I know you will.

Zeus: Ain't no riddle gonna solve this motherfucker?
Simon: No riddle, no code, no fancy little countdown.

Hans: Touching, Cowboy. Touching. Or should I call you Mr McClane? Mr. Officer John McClane of the New York Police Department?
John McClane: Sister Teresa called me Mr. McClane in the Third Grade. My friends call me John... and you're neither shithead.

FBI Special Agent Johnson: Figure we take out the terrorists. Lose twenty, twenty-five percent of the hostages.
FBI Agent Johnson: I can live with that.

Oh god, I hope they bring back Elvis.

Elvis Fanatic

Captain Steven Hiller: Was that an earthquake?
Jasmine Dubrow: Not even a four pointer. Go back to sleep.

Let's kick the tires and light the fires, big daddy!

Capt. Jimmy Wilder

David Levinson: Hey, you have any idea how long it takes for those cups to decompose?
Julius Levinson: If you don't move soon, I'm gonna start to decompose.

Belloq: The girl was mine.
Dietrich: She's of no use to us. Only your mission for the Führer matters.

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