Most scenes together: John McClane & Richard Thornburg (16), John McClane & Grant (3), Richard Thornburg & Grant (3)
How is it going? [pushes McClane off the plane] Bon voyage! [McClane pulls off the gas cap as he falls] Happy landing asshole!
Yippie kai yay, mother****er. [throws lighter onto gas trail, igniting it and blowing up the plane as it takes off]
Stuart How is it going? [pushes McClane off the plane] Bon voyage! [McClane pulls off the gas cap as he falls] Happy landing asshole! [removes the jacket jamming the left flaps and gets back aboard]
Yippee ki-yay, mother****er. [throws lighter onto gas trail, igniting it and blowing up the plane as it takes off]
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?
Trudeau 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.
Put me on live broadcast or start typing your resum
Put me through Celia, or start typing your resumé.
Ah, man, I can't **** believe this. Another basement, another elevator. How could the same shit happen to the same guy, twice.
And I've got everybody from the Shriners convention to the goddamn Boyscouts traipsing through here. I've got lost kids, lost dogs. "Not now." I've got international diplomats. I've got a **** reindeer flying in here from the **** petting zoo. But, John McClane, he's got a little problem. Hell, let's shut down the whole **** airport. Now, what do you think they're gonna say upstairs when I'm gonna tell them that.
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?
Hey, Lorenzo, let me ask you something: what sets off a metal detector first? The dick in your ass or the shit in your ****?
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.
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!
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.
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.
