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Who are you then?
I want Command!! Now God Damn It, NOW!!!
Sooner or later I might get to someone you DO care about Now replace Hans Gruber with Donald Trump
Come into the office, sit on the floor
We’re gonna need more red shirt guys I guess
Perfect. The elevators are locked off. He can't escape.
It's not as if it's the education of your children.
No, but it's gonna need a paint job and a shitload of screen doors.
Paulina!
He's also the reason why you're facing seven terrorists instead of 12.
Hey, business is business. You use a gun. I use a fountain pen.
Like I said, you're very fast, Argyle.
Enough rolls
Me: I Figure we lose 20, 25% of the ornaments, tops. Wife: I can live with that.
SET UP CHECKPOINTS OR YOU LOSE YOUR JOB
Mr. McClane. Mr. McClane, now that it's all over...
So, uh, your lady live out here?
And if Steve alters it ?
When Selene Has Had Enough of Wynter's shit
Let's go!
Good evenin', officer. What can I do for you?
AS IN HELSINKI, SWEDEN.
Unit Five, hold your position at the main entrance.
I-l-I don't have the authority. I can't authorize - Two hours is not enough.
That's great, John.
Can't you see what's happening? Can't you read between the lines?
**No fucking shit, Lady**
It's okay. I have my eye on his private bathroom.
All right, John, listen.
- You always ask this many questions, Argyle?
and I just should've been behind her more.
I'm kickin' it in the garage. What's the word with you and your lady, man?
we'll be sitting on a beach earning twenty percent
I see it!
And since I'm moving up to kidnapping, you should be more polite.
I repeat, unknown number of terrorists, six or more...
I'm not the one who just got buttfucked on national TV DWAYNE
This is Special Agent Johnson of the F.B.I.
so he won't bejoining us for the rest of his life.
Shoot the dogs.
no bullets
Tell me you got that.
I was in junior high, dickhead
Oh, you stupid German Terrorists NO! NO!
You'll have to forgive Ellis. He gets very depressed this time of year.
We're gonna need some more F.B.I. guys, I guess.
Come into town, we'll get together, have a few laughs
you think I'm fucking stupid
sealing off all entrances and exits.
What do ya think?
We are both professionals.
Mooncakes Mooncakes everywhere...
Just like fuckin' saigon!
Now? Should we go?
Let's see you take this under advisement... Principal Fuhrer!
They would, huh?
Attn: Tom Herman A halftime message
- Through the lobby up there and try and draw some fire. - What's going on?
In Leui of today’s throddling by @realcandaceowens
Son of a Bitch!
Oh, you're in charge? Well, l got some bad news for you, Dwayne.
Sí, Mrs. Holly. I do that already.
I'm John McClane.
You should have heard your brother squeal when I broke his fucking neck
Sooner or later, I might get to someone you do care about.
Oh, my god! My pitching is toast.
You macho assholes. No! No!
It's my first time drivin' a limo.
You’re nothing but a common nerd!
No, thank you. I'm fine.
- Hang on, Rivers. That's an order. - Hit it again.
vital statistics and his family's home address...
Waiting for the FR like,,,
- I got a switch here - - I don't give two shits about your switch!
Mr. Officer John McClane...
I managed to get out of there, and, uh -
We had that false alarm, you know?
Pretty fucking unappreciated
Send in the car.
What do they put in these things, anyway?
You idiot. It's not the police. It's him.
Sister Theresa called me Mr. McClane in third grade.
You don't mind if I take a look around, do you?
they're shootin' at the whites
This is Nicole No. The other one.
This is Sergeant Al Powell of the Los Angeles Police Department.
They're using artillery on us!
- That's like pulling the trigger yourself. - Christ, man.
I hear you. We'll be ready.
Not a lot to ask. Alas, your Mr. Takagi did not see it that way...
Hey, Jon boy, Happy birthday
Come to papa. I'll kiss your fuckin' dalmatian.
I assume you are our mysterious party crasher.
2000 block, Avenue of the Stars.
John? John?
Who said we were terrorists?
Grass? Who gives a shit about grass? Who the fuck is this?
But what do you want with the detonators, Hans?
I hope that's not a chassis
and he hasn't seen diddly-squat from anybody down here.
Another orphan of a bankrupt culture who thinks he's John Wayne?
Ratings? Who gives a s*** about ratings???
Hey, Holly, what about dinner tonight, huh?
The police have themselves and RV...
and they're running it step by step.
John Philips, London.
And the video card is toast
Ah.
Only Matt can drive somebody that crazy
I'll take your bags to the desk.
I shot a kid.
Scholarship student, University of California...
The police are here now. It's their problem.
Terrorists have seized the Nakatomi building...
Sweetheart, have l ever lied to you?
Actually, it's kind of sort of a double celebration. We, uh, closed a pretty big deal today.
Welcome to the party pal
McClane, I wanna debrief.
I should've been more supportive, and, uh -
only kevin... Can Drive somebody that crazy
You want money?
time for the real thing, Bill.
They got the post-9/11 playbook, and they’re running it step-by-step
- Take cover! - They're shootin' at 'em!
I promise l will never even think...
You macho idiots, no, no.
- Huh? - Pomona.
Sooner or later, we might get to some Australian candy you do care about.
Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker.
week so far
She never heard me say, "I'm sorry."
Oh, God.
Now means now, goddamn it!
Family emigrated to San Pedro, California, 1939.
Mommy! When are you coming home?
I'm Agent Johnson, this is Agent Johnson. No relation.
Damn right. Fully armed. We're on the way.
I already used all the explosives.
You know, we got a pool going on you.
Chestnuts.
I must’ve missed that “Fuck.” What are you saying?