They told me there were terrorists at the airport.
Yeah, I heard that too.
Most scenes together: John McClane & Richard Thornburg (16), John McClane & Grant (3), Richard Thornburg & Grant (3)
They told me there were terrorists at the airport.
Yeah, I heard that too.
You're the wrong guy in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Story of my life.
All right, not a word of this leaves this room. There must 15,000 people in this airport and we don't need panic on our hands. We just bought ourself maybe two hours. After that, those planes with low fuel ain't gonna be circling, they are gonna be dropping on the White House lawn. McClane, is this what you've expected?
No. This is just the beginning.
Hey, McClane, don't start believing in your own press. Yeah, yeah. I know all about you and that Nakatomi thing in LA. But just because the TV thinks you're hot shit, that don't make it so. Look, you are in my little pond now, and I am the big fish that runs it. So you capped some low life, fine.
You cannot put me near that woman.
Excuse me?
He means he's filed a restraining order against me. I'm not allowed within 50 feet of him.
50 yards. So, by keeping me in this section, you are violating a court order. I can sue you and this airline. That woman assaulted me and she humiliated me in public.
What did you do?
Knocked out two of his teeth.
Would you like some champagne?
What the **** do you think this is, eh? The safety patrol, here? This is the resume of a professional mercenary, you've got the world's biggest drug dealer on his way here now, what d'ya need, a slide rule to figure this out. Or maybe another body in a zipper bag before we start asking questions.
Yippie-Ki-Yay, mother****er.
Put me on live broadcast or start typing your resum
Hey, Carmine. Let me ask you something. What sets off the metal detectors first, the lead in your ass or the shit in your brain?
No, don't write it up, don't write it up. Come on, man. This is my mother in law's car. She's all ready mad at me because I'm not a dentist.
I've got an unidentified stiff here.
Just once, I'd like a regular, normal Christmas. Eggnog, a ****in' Christmas tree, a little turkey. But, no! I gotta crawl around in this mother****in' tin can!
I know someone who can help. [uses a Dulles phone to call Los Angeles]
LAPD. Sergeant Powell speaking.
Powell, put down that Twinkie and talk to me!
John! How the hell you been?
Hey, Lorenzo, let me ask you something: what sets off a metal detector first? The dick in your ass or the shit in your ****?
Put me through Celia, or start typing your resumé.