No one kills him but me! Understood?

Karl

Karl: They're using artillery on us!
Hans Gruber: You idiot, it's not the police. It's *him*!

John McClane: These guys are mostly European judging by their clothing labels and their... cigarettes. They're well-financed and very slick.
Sergeant Al Powell: Well, now how do you know that?
John McClane: I've seen enough phony ID's in my time to know that the ones they got must have cost a fortune. Add all that up, I don't know what the fuck it means, but you got some bad-ass perpetrators and they're here to stay.
Sergeant Al Powell: I hear ya, partner. And L.A.'s finest are on it.

When they land we blow up the roof, they spend a month sifting through rubble, and by the time they work out what went wrong, we'll be sitting on a beach, earning twenty percent.

Hans Gruber

Who's driving this car, Stevie Wonder?

John McClane

You are in my little pond now, and I am the big fish that runs it.

Carmine Lorenzo

[during the fight with Col.Stuart] Motherfuckin' motherfucker!

John McClane

Trudeau: Okay, we've got a body in the morgue that seems to have died twice. Now, assuming this isn't a computer error, what do we assume?
John McClane: That someone's about to seriously fuck with this airport.

Carmine Lorenzo: Hey, you gave us that fuckin' body, McClane, remember that.
John McClane: Yeah, I do.

John McClane: That punk pulled a Glock 7 on me. You know what that is? It's a porcelain gun made in Germany. It dosen't show up on you airport X-ray machines, and it cost more than you make here in a month.
Carmine Lorenzo: You'd be a surprised what I make in a month.
John McClane: If it was more than a dollar ninety-eight I'd be surprised.

Al Powell: What's this about?
John McClane: Oh, just a feeling I have.
Al Powell: Ouch. When you get those feelings, insurance companies start to go bankrupt.

Hey, Carmine, let me ask you something. What sets off the metal detectors first? The lead in your ass or the shit in your brains? Fat fuck.

John McClane

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