Yippee-ki-yay, mother****er
Most-quoted character in Die Hard With a Vengeance (1995): in 35 of its 51 quotes
Most scenes with: Zeus Carver (26), Simon Gruber (4)
Hey fellas! Mickey O'Brien, aquaduct security. Hey listen, we got a report of a guy coming through with err... eight reindeer. [empties his pistol on them] Yeah, they said he was a jolly old fat guy with a snowy white beard, cute little red n' white suit! I'm surprised you didn't see him.
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Say hello to your brother.
Scenes with John McClane
31 scenesAre you aiming for these people?
No! [pause] Maybe that mime.
Nicht schießen!
...what was that?
He said "don't shoot".
I see you all day, little man. Policeman? [kicks McClane] And you don't go away!
Yeah, I'm the ****in' energizer bunny. [stabs him in the leg]
Bridgeport coast guard, come in, please. [to McClane] They put you on hold?
She told me to stay on the line.
You know, your brother was an asshole.
Hey ****head. Yeah you; ****head. There's just one thing I gotta know. You got any aspirins? 'Cause I've had a bad ****in' headache all day long.
Hey, can you pick locks?
Is this one of those black things again?
I think I made it mad.
There's gold in the Federal Reserve, and they took a shitload of it! They're heading north in dump trucks!
Have you been drinking, McClane?
No, not since this morning.
Interagatin' him.
...n' whats he gonna tell you, "I'm dead"?
Well I a'int gonna know 'til I ask him now, am I?
John, have you been drinking?
No, not since this morning.
Attention! Attention! Nils is dead! I repeat, Nils is dead, ****-head. So's his pal, and those four guys from the East German All-Stars, your boys at the bank? They're gonna be a little late.
John... in the back of the truck you're driving, there's 13 billon dollars worth in gold bullion. I wonder would a deal be out of the question?
Yeah, I got a deal for you. Come out from that rock you're hiding under, and I'll drive this truck up your ass.
Hey, dickhead. Did I come at a bad time?
Whoa-ho! I think she's pissed at you, McClane! [chuckles]
Are you a truck driver?
No, I'm a beautician! Of course I'm a truck driver!
The first man there is Mathias Targo. Was Hungarian army, explosives expert. Now we believe he's working for the Iranians. Freelance terrorism by contract.
Who's the girl?
Targo's other half. Rumor is the Israelis slipped a bomb in between their sheets. He wasn't at home, but they think they got her.
The second man was an obscure colonel in the East German Army. Ran an infiltration unit, kind of like the Nazis did at Battle of the Bulge. English speaking troops.
Yeah, yeah. I saw the movie.
All we know of him is the GDR medical records show he suffers from migraines. His name is Peter Krieg.
Well, that is an exceptional report, fellas. Now, do you want to tell me what the hell this has to do with me?
Does the name Gruber mean anything to you, Lieutenant? (John remembers Hans Gruber falling from the Nakatomi building to his death)
It rings a bell, yeah.
L.A.. That thing in the building in L.A.
Peter Krieg was born Simon Peter Gruber. He's Hans Gruber's brother.
Where the hell are you going, McClane?! I told you 9th Avenue was the quickest way south!
Stop with that goddamn yelling! I know what I’m doing!
Not even God knows what you’re doing!
How do Catholics do their thing?
North, South, West, East. [Zeus crosses himself in those directions] How much time?
27 minutes.
Ha! 72nd and Broadway to Central Park South in three minutes! It's gotta be a ****in' record!
Dial 911. Tell the police to get up here quick. Somebody's about to get killed. And get your butts to school, you hear me?
Yeah.
Yeah.
Morning.
Good morning.
You having a nice day, sir? You feelin' all right? [A car passing by honks its horn in response to McClane's message] Not to get too personal, but a white man standing in the middle of Harlem wearing a sign that says "I Hate ****" has either got some serious personal issues, or not all his dogs are barking. [McClane yawns] Hey, I'm talking to you! Now you've got about ten seconds before those guys see you, and when they do, they will kill you, you understand? You are about to have a very bad day.
Tell me about it, Sir this is a police matter, for your own safety I'm gonna have... .
You damn right it's a police matter, for you're own safety I suggest you hide your butt in my shop till the police get here.
WHAT THE ****?!
Listen, I'm a cop.
What?
I'm on a case. Somebody blew Bonwit Teller's an hour ago. Did you hear about that on the news?
Yeah.
The same asshole that did that said I gotta come to Harlem and do this, or he's gonna blow up somethin' else, do you understand?
Listen I got a gun.
They got ten guns.
When you get across the street, you should get across the street.
Look, start acting crazy, alright?
What?
Like Looney Tunes, you know like Bellevue?
Hey, Zeus. Is he a friend of yours?
He look like a friend of mine? I think this dude has just escaped from some hospital. You know, like Bellevue?
That cut deep?
How the hell would I know?
Just keep pressure on it.
Oh, ****!
Jesús, right? John McClane. I owe you one. Thanks for-
Damn right, you owe me! Do you have any idea what those guys are doing to my shop right now?
Chill out, Jesús.
Chill out? What the ****? Are you trying to relate to me? Talk like a white man!
Look, Jesús, I'm sorry you got involved!
Why're you calling me "Jesús"? Do I look Puerto Rican to you?
The guy back there called you Jesús.
He didn't say "Jesús," he said "Hey, Zeus!" My name is Zeus.
Zeus?
Yeah, Zeus! As in Father of Apollo? Mount Olympus? Don't-****-with-me-or-I'll-shove-a-lightning-bolt-up-your-ass Zeus! You got a problem with that?
No...no, I don't have a problem.
I used to drive a cab. The fastest way to – [yells as McClane speeds off; McClane runs a red light, barely avoiding collision with several cars]
You were saying?
I was saying, I used to drive a cab, and 9th Avenue is the fastest way south. But we seem to be going east.
These people don't like to work anonymously. They want you to know who's doing it to you. So this name Simon is probably not an alias. It's probably Simon or some variation.
Simon, Robert E. Busted in '86. Extortion. Kidnapping. 10 to 15. Did 7 years for good behavior. Released on a state work furlough two months ago.
Check it. [Rick tosses something to McClane]
Thanks, Rick. Bob Simon was a bankrupt businessman who kidnapped his partner's daughter. He's a ****-up, not a psycho. The guy we're looking for is nuts.
A nut who knows a lot about bombs. We found this in a playground. Professional. Very cool stuff! You know … [thuds the bomb on Cobb's desk] Boom!
You think you should slam it around like that, Charlie?
It's unmixed. You can't hurt it. This stuff is cutting edge. It's a binary liquid.
A what?
Like epoxy. Two liquids. [puts a dab of the clear liquid on Cobb's desk] Now, either one by itself … [hits it with his shoe] you got nothing. But, mix 'em … :[dabs a paperclip in the red liquid, swirls it into the clear] Ricky? [Ricky Walsh moves aside and Charlie throws the paperclip at a chair. The mixture explodes and pops the chair up, startling everyone]
Charlie, you're gonna be wearin' that chair up your ass!!
Christ almighty, Charlie!
Like I said, very cool stuff. Now, with a package like this, you get a warning. Now, the bomb has to arm itself. You'll see the red liquid pump into the clear before it detonates.
How long before?
Ten seconds, two minutes, it could be anything. But once it's mixed...be somewhere else.
You know how to pick this lock?
Is this some black shit again?
Will you stop with that racial shit?
Listen, you fail, I cover your ass. I fail, you cover my ass.
And if we both fail?
Then we're both ****! Go now, drive. Get to that phone booth by 10:20! Go!
Hey, who was the twenty-first President?
Go **** yourself!
That dude was pissed!
He'll feel better when he looks in the back seat.
Oh, shit, that was my gold bar!
But Wall Street is south!
Stop yelling! I got a headache! And the best way south is not 9th Avenue. It's through the park.
I told you Park Drive is always jammed!
I didn't say "Park Drive". [turns the cab and drives onto the sidewalk, cutting through Central Park] I said "through the park".
No, I wasn't!
Yes, you were!
No!
Then what were you gonna call me?!
ASSHOLE! How's that, asshole?! What, you got some ****in' problem with me 'cause I'm white, Zeus?! Is that it?! Have I oppressed you?! Have I oppressed your people somehow?! I'll tell you what your ****in' problem is! You're a racist!
You're a racist! You don't like me 'cause I'm white!
I don't like you because you're gonna get me killed!
Interrogating him.
And what's he gonna tell you? "I'm dead"?
Well, I ain't gonna know 'til I ask him, now, am I?
Does the name Gruber mean anything to you, Lieutenant?
It rings a bell, yeah.
Wait until he gets alongside the door. [He and his comrade get their weapons ready]
Hey fellas! Mickey O'Brien, aqueduct security. Hey, listen, we got a report of a guy coming through here with, uh, eight reindeer! [empties his gun into the henchmen. McClane opens the bullet-riddled driver's side door and a dead body falls out. McClane inserts another magazine into his weapon] Yeah they said he was a … jolly old fat guy with a snowy white beard; cute little red and white suit. I'm surprised you didn't see him! [chuckles]
Didn't I hear you say you didn't even like your brother?
There's a difference, you know, between not liking one's brother, and not caring when some dumb, Irish flatfoot drops him out of a window.
Hey, I didn't even know the mother****er!
Yes, and I never invited you aboard this ship.
No riddle's going to stop this mother****er?
No code, no riddle, no fancy countdown. [Attempts to leave the ship]
Hey ****-head. [Simon stops instantly and turns around] Yeah, you, ****-head. There's just one thing I gotta know. You got any aspirins? I've had a bad ****in' headache all day long.
If I hadn't have saved your ****in' ass, I wouldn't be sittin' here with you about to blow up with 100 billion dollars in ****in' gold.
Yeah, well, I got some bad news, you're only gonna blow up with me.
What?
There's no gold on this boat.
How do you know that?
'Cause I know the man, I know the family. The only thing better than blowing up $100 billion dollars worth of gold is making people think you did.








