Alex Murphy: What kind of suit is this?
Dr. Dennett Norton: It's not a suit, it's you.
Alex Murphy: What the hell did you do to me?

John McClane: Hey, can you pick locks?
Zeus: Is this one of those black things again?

C'mon baby, come ta' papa, I'll kiss ya' fuckin' dalmatian.

John McClane

Max Drummer: This is it? This is your team?
Trench: Short notice.
Max Drummer: [looks at Yin Yang] Very short.

It's not perfected yet.

Q

Egor Korshunov: I want General Radek released from prison.
President James Marshall: How can I do that? I can't do that! DON'T ASK ME FOR SOMETHING I CAN'T GIVE YOU!

The fire has been called off my friend. So you might as well come out and join the others. I promise I won't hurt you.

Tony

Stanley Goodspeed: How do you... do it?
John Mason: I was trained by the best. British intelligence. But in retrospect I would rather have been a poet. Or a farmer.
Stanley Goodspeed: Okay.

Lucy McClane: Daddy, you're out of your mind.
John McClane: What are you talkin' about?
Lucy McClane: You shot yourself!
John McClane: It seemed like a good idea at the time.

[voiceover] This is not a drill, soldier. We clear on that? This is a live project. You're a go. Training is over. Training is over.

Conklin

Alex: Oh, my God, you're hit!
Jason Gibbons: No, it's nothing. I mean the squibs hurt a little when they go off but... what happened to my trailer?
Alex: Jason
Jason Gibbons: Were you in there while that happened? I mean, look at it!
Alex: Jason, I haven't been completely honest with you. I'm not a bikini waxer.
Jason Gibbons: Bummer. I mean... that was kind of a turn on.

I live to see you eat that contract, but I hope you leave enough room for my fist because I'm going to ram it into your stomach and break your god-damn spine!

Ben Richards

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