Most scenes together: John McClane & Thomas Gabriel (6), John McClane & Matt Farrell (4), John McClane & The Warlock (2)
"Can't be a uniform John!" [to bystander] Get over to a wall sir!, [continues mocking] "Feds called in a favor! All you got to do is go pick up a kid (groans) in Jersey and drive him down to D.C." How hard can that be, Huh? Can't be that hard, No, can it? No, gotta be a senior detective!
Thing like a traffic jam, throwing a car at me's gonna stop me?
Oh, this is a bad ****in' idea.
I'm going to go get my daughter and kill this guy.
On your tombstone, it should say "Always at the wrong place at the wrong time."
That's her!
"Her" who?
What're you talking about?
It's them.
Are you saying it's "them" them?
I swear to you, I know her! I would know her voice anywhere! [McClane picks up his handset] Don't say anything! Don't...
Just keep your mouth shut for a minute. [speaks into the radio. Mai, along with Gabriel and several other henchmen, listen in] Hey, Metro, how's your day going over there? Gotta be pretty, uh, crazy over there, what with all those 587s, huh?
Mai Linh Yes sir; we've had to dispatch all units.
Yeah, you had to dispatch all units for all the naked people walking around? Cut the bullshit, honey, just put your boss on.
Officer McClane.
It's Detective McClane, asshole. Don't worry, though, we're gonna have plenty of time to get to know each other when I come visit you in prison. [Trey begins pulling up information on McClane on his computers]
But, John, I already know so much about you: your address in Brooklyn; payments on your mortgage; how long you've been a member of the NYPD; and [looks at Holly Gennaro-McClane's license plate and other personal details] how's Holly? Well that's sad - you're divorced. Was that tough on little Jack and Lucy? [reads McClane's pension fund] Now this is sad: after 30 years I'd have thought you'd have a better pension plan than what I see here. Oh, and it gets worse: [presses a button that wipes out McClane's 401k] your 401k no longer exists! Tell you what, let me make it up to you: shoot Mr. Farrell in the head and drive away, and by the time you reach the end of the next block, all your debts will be wiped clean, and your children will be set for life.
Bowman. Bowman, did you see that? Bowman! It's a fake!
Miguel Bowman I see it. Thank God. McClane.
Bowman.
Miguel Bowman Satellite's down.
Mai, talk to me. What's going on?
Mai? Oh yeah, the scrawny little Asian chick, likes to kick people? I don't think she's going to be talking to anyone for a very long time. Last time I saw her, she was at the bottom of an elevator shaft with an SUV rammed up her ass. Listen, jackass; your fire sale is over. Just pack up your little circus, or I'm gonna come and I'm gonna kick your ass.
You. Have no idea. Who I am, or what. I am capable of! When I'm finished here - and I promise it'll be soon! - I will focus. All my attention. On you! You want to make things personal, fine!
John McClane: [checking out a Boba Fett stand-up poster] Nice poster.
What, like you a big fan of The Fett?
No. I was always more of a Star Wars kinda guy.
