Are you aiming for these people?
No! [pause] Maybe that mime.
2nd most-quoted character in Die Hard With a Vengeance (1995): in 33 of its 51 quotes
Most scenes with: John McClane (26), Simon Gruber (6)
You having a nice day, sir? You feeling all right? 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.
Are you aiming for these people?
No! [pause] Maybe that mime.
Nicht schießen!
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?
What the **** is that?
I think I made it mad.
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Hey, who was the twenty-first President?
Go **** yourself!
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.
What are you doin'?
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]
You've got a hell of a way of flagging somebody down!
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!
Yo, uncle!
Come look at this!
It's ten after 9:00. Why aren't you in school?
Tony wants to sell you this.
Tony? That no-neck dude they call "Bad T"?
He says he found it in a dumpster.
If he keeps stealin' from people, they're gonna find him in a dumpster.
No, he didn't steal it! He says his uncle gave it to him.
Mmmm-hmmm? Hand me that newspaper over there.
Don't ever let people use you. You're running all over town with stolen property! If you get caught, you get in trouble while he gets to deny the whole thing and walk away.
Y-You mean, you want us to take it back to Tony?
No, I'll take it back to Tony … with a message.
Now, where you goin'?
School.
Why?
To get educated.
Why?
So we can go to college.
And why is that important?
To get 'espect.
Respect. Now, who's the bad guys?
Guys who sell drugs.
Guys who have guns.
And who's the good guys?
We're the good guys.
Who's gonna help you?
Nobody.
So who's gonna help you?
We're gonna help ourselves.
And who do we not want to help us?
White people!
That's right. Now get on out of here. Go to school.
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 ****?!
Oh shit.
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?
Shit, shit...
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?
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.
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!
My lucky **** day...
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.
Oh, dear.
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".
I have to answer that phone.
Get 'em up!
Look, if you have to shoot me, then you go ahead, and you shoot me! But I have to answer this phone, alright?!' [picks up the receiver] I'm here.
And McClane?
He's on his way. Uh, you know, he's a little slow. He's kinda outta shape.
The rules applied to both of you. I'm afraid this is noncompliance. Goodbye. [hangs up. The screeching of wheel flanges can be heard from inside the tunnel]
Trust me guys. Duck. [He immediately assumes the brace position. The downtown #3 train that the bomb has been planted in enters the station. At the back of the tenth car, McClane smashes the panel on the door and throws the bomb out onto the tracks. As he does that, the front wheels of the first car pass over a trip wire over the inner rail that activates the detonator. The bomb goes off in midair, causing the last car to separate from the wheel bogies. The carbody slides along the island platform, taking out the station columns and signs, emitting a large plume of dust at the station entrances on the street. The transit cop stands still, petrified at the scene]
Get down! [He pulls the transit cop under the stairs. The derailed car hits the stairway and turns on its side]
You were gonna call me a ****, weren't you?
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!
What?!
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!
What are you doing?
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?
Don't **** move!
Gimme the goddamn code!
Code? [realizes what Zeus is talking about] Oh, you mean for the school. I'm sorry, I can't do that.
You call in that code right now, or I'll blow your sick ass into the next world!
If that's what you gotta do.
You forgot to take the safety catch off. [shoots Zeus in the leg]
Argh! God!
See, that works. Now, where's McClane?
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.
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