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

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: 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.

Col. Stuart: Oh, McClane. John McClane. The policeman hero who saved the Nakatomi hostages. I read about you in People Magazine. You seemed a bit out of your league on Nightline, I thought.
John McClane: Hey, Colonel. Blow me! How much drug money is Esperanza paying you to turn traitor?
Col. Stuart: I think Cardinal Richilieu said it best. 'Treason is merely a matter of dates'. This country has to learn that it can't keep cutting off the legs of men like General Esperanza. Men who have the guts to stand up against Communist aggression.
John McClane: And Lesson #1 starts with killing policemen. What's Lesson #2, the neutron bomb?
Col. Stuart: No. I think we can come up with something in between. Watch this!

McClane? I assume it's you, McClane. You're quite the little soldier. You can consider this a military funeral.

Col. Stuart

Richard Thornburg: But at least the truth, is NOT among the hostages because I, Richard Thornburg, just happen to be here. To put his life and TALENT on the line for humanity and country... and if this should be my final broadcast...
Holly McClane: [uses stun gun on him] Amen to that, Dick!

John McClane: All right, just stay here and get ready to call the marines.
Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes: I thought they were the army.
John McClane: Who gives a fuck, just be ready.

Oh we are just up to our ass in terrorists again aren't we John?

John McClane

John McClane: [watching a man in front of church] Could be a sentry.
Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes: And he could just be out for a walk.
John McClane: Then why is he going over his own footsteps?

Yippie-kay-yay, motherfucker.

John McClane

As I was going to St. Ives, / I met a man with seven wives. / Every wife had seven sacks, / Every sack had seven cats, / Every cat had seven kittens. / Kittens, cats, sacks, wives, / How many were going to St. Ives?


John McClane: Look, I fail you cover my ass. You fail I cover your ass!
Zeus: And if we both fail?
John McClane: Then we're both fucked!

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