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John McClane: Yeah, I'm still here. John McClane: I left Holly hanging on hold. As nice as their chance as well as I had mine.". John McClane: [about to enter the subway station to answer Simon's call on time] Listen, you fail I cover your ass.

Businessman: I know, I know, it sounds crazy. You got a problem with that? Samantha Coleman: You give me this story and I'll have your baby. Zeus: Sitting in the fucking road! John McClane: These guys are mostly European judging by their clothing labels and... John McClane: cigarettes. Minions, Mario, And The Grateful Dead — 2020’s Weirdest Sneaker Collaborations, The Best Bourbon At Every Price Point From $10-$100, MyCover: How Collin Sexton Is Fueled By Those Closest To Him, How Josh Hart Is Turning His Love For Wine Into Industry Reform, Holly Rowe Is Doing It All For ESPN Inside The WNBA Bubble, Talib Kweli & Melina Abdullah Talk Black Lives Matter, Defunding Police, And Voting, RMR Delivers A Charismatic Solo Performance Of ‘Welfare’ On ‘UPROXX Sessions’, ‘Obsessed:’ Celebrating The ‘Vast Ocean’ Of Women In Rap With Blimes And Gab, ‘Who Is NLE Choppa?’ Pulls Back The Curtain On The 17-Year-Old Viral Star, All The Best New Indie Music From This Week, All The Best New Pop Music From This Week, All The Best Hip-Hop, Pop, And Dance Remix Playlists On Spotify Right Now, All Of The Best Apple Music Playlists That You Need To Be Listening To, All The Best New R&B From This Week That You Need To Hear, All The Best New Music From This Week That You Need To Hear. [Kahn comes down from the choir loft and joins Colonel Stuart and Garber]. John McClane: That punk pulled a Glock 7 on me.

John McClane: Luce, can I call you right back? Meet the Teams Competing on, 22 Christmas Cookie Recipes To Bake This Year. Don't shoot!

John McClane: You're gonna tell me what I wanna know, or I'm gonna beat you to death in your own house. Did I come at a bad time? Now tell these guys where the detonators are so no one else gets hurt, you know I'm putting my life on the line for you, pal. So this name Simon is probably not an alias. As the belly of the plane skids down the runway, sparks ignite the ruptured fuel tanks, which explode.

I'm talking to you!

Hans: [Hans uses McClane's gun and says something in an uninterpreted German on his CB Radio] Put down the gun, and give me my detonators. John McClane: Mai? Whadda I look like to you? John McClane: [to Zeus, driving in a stolen business man's car, about to swing 180 degrees to try to knock the terrorist's pick up truck off the road] Listen to me. Dwayne T. Robinson: You listen to me, you little asshole, I'm... John McClane: Asshole? John McClane: [stealing Tony's shoes] Nine million terrorists in the world and I gotta kill one with feet smaller than my sister. What's up? Inspector Cobb: [over the phone with Simon in Walter's office] McClane is a toilet bug. Find him. Colonel Stuart: Oh, McClane. No one wants to deal with a bad situation all alone. John McClane: Drop it, dickhead. The police are here now, it's their problem.

When you steal 600 million, they will find you, unless they think you're already dead. I'm working my ass off here, John. Now, the bomb has to arm itself.

Another basement, another elevator. Harry Ellis: Hey, John, I think you can get with the program a little, huh? John McClane: I want you to get a hold of a guy named Cobb. John McClane: Why'd you have to nuke the whole building, Hans? Jack McClane: Yeah, I'm a McClane. [Hearing Esperanza communicating over the radio instead of over the tower frequency, Garber hands Stuart a radio]. John McClane: [on the phone] Yeah, I got a deal for you.

[the FBI shoots at McClane on the roof, thinking he's one of the terrorists].

There is a lot rattling around up there. John McClane: Me and my boy here, we're gonna put a whuppin' on ya! Who gives a shit about glass? You actually said that?

And tell him to find out who the 21st president was. Marco: [panicking] Oh God! Inspector Cobb: You think you should slam it around like that, Charlie?

Zeus: Your side does, I don't know about mi... Zeus: [tied with John to the liquid bomb on the freighter] If I hadn't've saved your fuckin' ass, I wouldn't be sittin' here with you about to blow up with 100 billion dollars in fuckin' gold. [O'Reilly turns around, holding a Glock 17 in his left hand], [He shoots the Sergeant in the head, killing him instantly; he then dives for cover as the other officers return fire; McClane hears the gunfire from inside the ventilation shaft], [He draws his Beretta 92FS and checks the slide]. Don't... John McClane: Just keep your mouth shut for a minute. John McClane: So that's is what this is about, Hans? Contact Dulles Tower frequency at the outer marker. Helicopter Pilot: Hang on, we're going down. John McClane: No, I'm not that smart. John McClane: Take your time.

I figured since I've waxed Tony and Marco and his friend here, I figured you and Karl and Franco might be a little lonely, so I wanted to give you a call.

Al Powell: Ouch.

Come on, in your seat. Karl: How does he know so much about th... Hans Gruber: [silences Karl him with a gesture] That's very kind of you. Do not sell my personal information. I mean, you talking about a hijacking, a robbery or what?

Zeus: I told you the Park Drive is always jammed. Professional. Everything I've broken can be fixed if the country is willing to pay for it. Pilot (Windsor Flight 114): Dulles, this is Windsor 1-1-4 inside the outer marker.

What's the Argument for the Electoral College? John McClane: Oh man, I can't fucking believe this. How the hell should I know? Can't be that hard, no, can it? Thomas Gabriel: Officer McClane, you have no idea what I'm capable of! Sergeant Al Powell: What the hell you talking about, man.

Marvin: You like it, huh? The safety patrol, here? McClane dives to the ground. John McClane: What man? John McClane: Yeah, like you did with Takagi? So that's why they call it a fire sale, because everything must go. There was an error in your submission. Slow down. Oh, yeah.

It's not your problem. I will call you in 15 minutes on the payphone outside the station.

[the pilot looks at his co-pilot, then back at Esperanza, then finally speaks into his headset]. Inspector Cobb: I have no idea, he just said it had to be you. I told them this could happen if they didn't prepare.

John McClane: Come on.

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You want something, you got it. Sergeant Al Powell: Hey Roy, how you feeling? John McClane: [woman screams] Sorry, ma'am! John McClane: [gets into car; sarcastically] Jesus Christ.

John McClane: [Takes out his handgun] You now how to use a handgun, Bill? Hans Gruber: Oh, yes. John McClane: Sister Teresa called me Mr. McClane in the third grade.

John McClane: [bumps against Alik's military vehicle] Knock, knock. You told this jerk-off I was dead? John McClane: They were there to kill you. John McClane: [as they gear up] You got a plan? We've Got Tons of Info to Help You Decide, 200 Best Crock Pot Recipes and Easy Slow Cooker Dinner Ideas for the Family. John McClane. John McClane: [driving in a stolen business man's car] This thing got airbags? John McClane: Ellis, what have you told them?

Sorry, comments are currently closed. When he gets over there, he puts small pieces of fabric from the uniform onto the ends of the pipes and lights them. Hans Gruber: [while mimicing a hostage] Yeah. [On the plane, the captain speaks into the intercom]. John McClane: Yeah, well don't, I'm an asshole. John McClane: Uh, yep, looking right at him. Hans Gruber: Uh, no, I'm afraid not.

They're gonna be a little late.

You get divorced. Matt Farrell: Jesus Christ. You don't think jockeying papers around a desk is a noble effort for a cop? Jack McClane: Fucking killing bad guys, that's your thing! Now we're here to take Colonel Stuart down. Col. Stuart: Looking good Windsor. Matt Farrell: [upset] So, who were those guys? John McClane: ...it's a two year contract on that phone.

Waiting on the moor! Cute little red and white suit. They know people are listening. Thomas Gabriel: You know, John, I feel like we've gotten off on the wrong foot. Now, do I have your attention?