Simon: Well, is the ebony Samaritan there, now? Zeus: You got a problem with ebony? Simon: No, no. My only problem is that I went to some trouble preparing that game for McClane. You interfered with a well-laid plan. Zeus: Yeah, well, you can stick your well-laid plan up your well-laid ass.
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Hey! Who was the 21st President? Man: Go fuck yourself!
Simon: Said Simple Simon to the pieman going to the fair, "Give me your pies... or I'll cave your head in."
Simon: I'm a soldier, not a monster. Even though I sometimes work for monsters.
Simon: Yesterday we were an army with no country, tomorrow, we have to decide which country we want to buy!
Zeus: Oh, boy... am I glad you talked me out of jumping.
Simon: Money is shit to me. I would not give up McClane for all the gold in your Fort Knox.
John McClane: I had no idea Canada could be this much fun.
Simon: Holy Toledo! Somebody had fun.
Simon: $140 billion! Ten times what's in Kentucky. Fort Knox? Ha! It's for tourists.
Wanda Shepard: Turley! Half the goddamn city just called 911!
John McClane: Hot in here, or am I just scared to death?
John McClane: Hey dickhead! Did I come at a bad time?
John McClane: This guy doesn't care about skin color. Even if you do.
Simon: And remember, this is all due to the g-g-g-g-g-g-gullibility of the New York Police Department!
Charles Weiss: Six booby traps, four dead ends, "and a Partridge in a pear tree." Okay, honey. Let's dance.
John McClane: Who do you think you are? Hillary Clinton?
John McClane: Listen to me. Hang the fuck on, all right?
John McClane: I got a bad fuckin' hangover...
Simon: Said Simple Simon to the pieman going to the fair, "Give me your pies... or I'll cave your head in."
Simon: I'm a soldier, not a monster. Even though I sometimes work for monsters.
Zeus: Why you keep calling me Jesús? I look Puerto Rican to you? John McClane: Guy back there called you Jesús. Zeus: He didn't say Jesús. He said, "Hey, Zeus!" My name is Zeus. John McClane: Zeus? Zeus: Yeah, Zeus! As in, father of Apollo? Mt. Olympus? Don't fuck with me or I'll shove a lightning bolt up your ass? Zeus! You got a problem with that? John McClane: No, I don't have a problem with that.
John McClane: You know how to pick this lock? Zeus: Is this some black-shit again? John McClane: Hey will you stop that racial shit? Are you a fuckin' locksmith or not?
John McClane: You know this guy Simon we're talking to? Zeus: Yeah. John McClane: I threw his little brother off the thirty-second floor of Nakatomi Towers out in L.A. I guess he's a little pissed off about it. Zeus: Wait a minute. You mean to tell me I'm in this shit 'cause some white cop threw some white asshole's brother off a roof?
John McClane: I'll tell you what your problem is, you don't like me 'cause you're a racist! Zeus Carver: What? John McClane: You're a racist! You don't like me 'cause I'm white! Zeus Carver: I don't like you because you're gonna get me *killed*!
Zeus: No, wait, wait! It's a trick. It's a trick. John McClane: What d'you mean? Zeus: I forgot about the man. John McClane: What man? Fuck the man! We got ten seconds here! Zeus: He said, "how many were going to St. Ives," right? The riddle begins, "As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives!" The guy and his wives aren't going anywhere. John McClane: What are they doing? Zeus: Sitting in the fucking road! Waiting on the moor! How the hell should I know?
John McClane: You're a truck driver? Jerry Parks: No I'm a beautician. Of course I'm a truck driver!
Zeus: I told you 9th Avenue is the quickest way south. John McClane: Stop all the goddamn yellin'! I know what I'm doing. Zeus: Not even God knows what you're doing!
Zeus: Now, where you goin'? Dexter: School. Zeus: Why? Raymond: To get educated. Zeus: *Why*? Dexter: So we can go to college. Zeus: And why is that important? Dexter: To get es-pect. Zeus: RE-spect. Now, who's the bad guys? Dexter: Guys who sell drugs. Raymond: Guys who have guns. Zeus: And who's the good guys? Dexter: We're the good guys. Zeus: Who's gonna help you? Raymond: Nobody. Zeus: *So who's gonna help you*? Dexter: We're gonna help ourselves. Zeus: And who do we not want to help us? Dexter, Raymond: White people. Zeus: That's right. Now get on outta here. Go to school.
Simon: Well, is the ebony Samaritan there, now? Zeus: You got a problem with ebony? Simon: No, no. My only problem is that I went to some trouble preparing that game for McClane. You interfered with a well-laid plan. Zeus: Yeah, well, you can stick your well-laid plan up your well-laid ass.
Zeus: What the fuck are you doin'? John McClane: Interrogatin' him. Zeus: Well, what's he gonna tell you, "I'm dead"? John McClane: Well, I ain't gonna know 'til I ask him, am I?
Inspector Cobb: We'll be back to pick you up in fifteen minutes. John McClane: Take your time. I expect to be dead in four.
Simon Gruber: "Birds of a feather, flocked together, so do pigs & swine. As nice as their chance as well as I had mine." John McClane: Nice. Rhymes. Simon Gruber: Why was the phone busy, who were you calling? John McClane: The psychic hotline. Simon Gruber: I advise you to take this more seriously. John McClane: Hey, this is public phone. What do you want me to say? Simon Gruber: You can simply say that there was a fat woman on it and it took you a minute to get her off. Simon Gruber: Now, there's a significant amount of explosive in the trash receptacle next to you. Try to run, and it goes off now. John McClane: We're not going to run, but I got a hundred people out here. Simon Gruber: *That's* the point. Now, do I have your attention? "As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with 7 wives, every wife had 7 sacks, every sack had 7 cats, every cat had 7 kittens, kittens, cats sacks and wives. How many were going to St. Ives? My number is... John McClane: Woah, whoa wait a minute I didn't get all that. Say it again. Simon Gruber: Not a chance. My number is 555 and the answer. Call me in 30 seconds or die.
Ricky Walsh: Next, fourteen dumptrucks stolen from a yard in Staten Island. Fourteen! Jesus! Somebody starting a construction company? Joe Lambert: No, it was John's landlady, gonna clean his apartment.
John McClane: Oh, shit. Zeus: What? *What*? John McClane: I left Holly hanging on hold. Zeus: Ah, call her back. John McClane: Uhh, she's gonna be pissed. Zeus: She'll get over it. John McClane: I don't know, Zeus. Like I said, she's a very stubborn woman. Zeus: She'd have to be to stay married to you.
John McClane: I want you to get a hold of a guy named Cobb. Walter Cobb. C-o-b-b. He's the head of my police unit. Get him down here. Find him. Tell him you were with John McClane. And tell him to find out who the 21st president was. Jerry Parks: Chester A. Arthur. John McClane: What? Jerry Parks: Chester A. Arthur. 1881 to 1885. Nominated vice-president in 1880. Did you know he was Collector of Customs right here in New York? John McClane: No, I didn't know that, Jerry. Take care of yourself.
Zeus: Excuse me, sir, but I'm expecting a call. I need that phone. Businessman: Why don't you use the other phone? Zeus: ,Sir, please. I need to use that phone. Businessman: Hey, listen, bro, I was here first. Zeus: Bro? Get away from the goddamn phone!
Raymond: Yo, uncle! Dexter: Come look at this! Zeus: It's ten after nine. Why aren't you in school? Raymond: Tony wants to sell you this. Zeus: Tony? That no-neck dude they call "Bad T"? Dexter: He says he found it in a dumpster. Zeus: He keeps stealing from people, they're gonna find him in a dumpster. Raymond: No, he didn't steal it. He says his uncle gave it to him. Zeus: Mm-hm? Hand me that newspaper over there. Zeus: Don't *ever* let people use you. You're running all over town with stolen property; if you get caught, you get in trouble while he gets to deny the whole thing and walk away. Dexter: Y-You mean, you want us to take it back to Tony? Zeus: No, I'll take it back to Tony... with a message.
Zeus: Don't fuckin' move. Simon: Oh, the Samaritan. Zeus: Gimme the goddamn code. Simon: Code? Simon: Oh, you mean for the school. I'm sorry, I can't do that. Zeus: You call in that code right now. Or I'll blow your sick ass into the next world. Simon: If that's what you gotta do. Simon: You forgot to take the safety catch off. Zeus: Oh, God! Simon: See, that works. Now, where's McClane?
Charles Weiss: A nut who knows a lot about bombs. We found this in a playground. Professional. Very cool stuff. You know... Charles Weiss: Boom! Inspector Cobb: You think you should slam it around like that, Charlie? Charles Weiss: It's unmixed. You can't hurt it. This stuff is cutting edge. It's a binary liquid. Inspector Cobb: A what? Charles Weiss: Like epoxi. Two liquids. Charles Weiss: Now, either one by itself, Charles Weiss: you got nothing. But, mix them... Connie Kowalski: Charlie, you're gonna be wearin' that chair up your ass! Inspector Cobb: Christ almighty, Charlie! Charles Weiss: Like I said very cool stuff. Now, with a package like this, you get a warning. Now, the bomb has to arm itself. You'll see the red liquid pump into the clear before it detonates. John McClane: How long before? Charles Weiss: Ten seconds, two minutes, it could be anything. But, once it's mixed, be somewhere else.
Ivan: He's here. Simon: Perhaps you could be a little more specific.
John McClane: She told me to stay on the line. Simon: Oh, God, I love this country! John McClane: You know, your brother was an asshole. Simon: Ha! John McClane: You know, he really was an asshole. Simon: He was. He was an asshole. You... you got his number.
Mathias Targo: I see you all day, little man. Policeman. Mathias Targo: And you don't go away. John McClane: Yeah, I'm that fucking Energizer bunny.
Zeus Carver: No riddle is gonna stop this motherfucker? Simon Gruber: No code, no riddle, no fancy little countdown.
FBI Agent: The name Gruber mean anything to you, lieutenant? John McClane: It rings a bell, yeah. Ricky Walsh: L.A. Inspector Cobb: What? Ricky Walsh: That thing in the building in L.A. FBI Agent: Peter Krieg was born Simon Peter Gruber. He's Hans Gruber's brother. John McClane: Holy shit. FBI Agent Andy Cross: Yeah, it's that thing in L.A. We figure he's got you fitted up for a toe tag, and he's gonna do anything to get it tied.
John McClane: John McClane: I'll put my foot up your ass, you dumb, mother... Zeus: Say it! Say it! John McClane: What? Zeus: You were gonna call me a nigger, weren't you? John McClane: No I wasn't! Zeus: Yes you were! What were you gonna call me? John McClane: Asshole! How's that, asshole! You have some problem with me because I'm white? Have I oppressed you? Have I oppressed your people somehow? I'll tell you what your problem is, you don't like me because you're a racist. Zeus: What? John McClane: You're a racist! You don't like me because I'm white.
John McClane: John McClane: I'll put my foot up your ass, you dumb, mother... Zeus: Say it! Say it! John McClane: What? Zeus: You were gonna call me a nigger, weren't you? John McClane: No I wasn't! Zeus: Yes you were! What were you gonna call me? John McClane: Asshole! How's that, asshole! You have some problem with me because I'm white? Have I oppressed you? Have I oppressed your people somehow? I'll tell you what your problem is, you don't like me because you're a racist. Zeus: What? John McClane: You're a racist! You don't like me because I'm white. Zeus: I don't like you because you're gonna get me KILLED!
John McClane: Yo, partner! Wait up. Zeus: Hey, hey, hey, hey, I ain't your partner. I ain't your neighbor, your brother, or your friend. I'm your total stranger.
