[Zeus and his nephews see McClane across the street from their electronics store sporting a sandwich board that says "I HATE ****"]
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?
[casually]
Yeah.
Yeah.
[Zeus goes out, notices a black gang across the street, then walks across to speak to McClane]
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 ****?!
