Simon:
As I was going to St. Ives, / I met a man with seven wives. / Every wife had seven sacks, / Every sack had seven cats, / Every cat had seven kittens. / Kittens, cats, sacks, wives, / How many were going to St. Ives?
John McClane:
Look, I fail you cover my ass. You fail I cover your ass!
Zeus:
And if we both fail?
John McClane:
Then we're both fucked!
John McClane:
I'll tell you what your problem is, you don't like me because you're a racist!
Zeus:
What?
John McClane:
You're a racist! You don't like me because I'm white!
Zeus:
I don't like you because you're going to get me *killed*!
Zeus:
Didn't I hear you say you didn't even like your brother?
Simon:
There's a difference between not liking one's brother and not caring when some dumb Irish flatfoot drops him out of a window.
Zeus:
Ain't no riddle gonna solve this motherfucker?
Simon:
No riddle, no code, no fancy little countdown.
Zeus:
So what's up with that L.A. thing? You famous or something?
John McClane:
Yeah, for about five minutes.
Zeus:
Don't tell me. Rodney King, right?
John McClane:
Fuck you.
[
McClane hands Zeus a gun]
John McClane:
You know how to fire one of these?
Zeus:
No.
John McClane:
No?
Zeus:
Hey, all brothers don't know how to use guns, you racist motherfucker.
[
McClane and Zeus are speeding through Central Park]
Zeus:
Are you aiming for these people?
John McClane:
No.
[
pauses]
John McClane:
Well, maybe that mime.
FBI agent:
Have you been followed at all during the last few days? Any suspicious phone calls? Any kind of surveillance at all? Anything?
John McClane:
Well, now that you mention it, I have, sort of, been feeling this burning sensation between my toes.
Simon:
[
talking to police on speaker phone] Well, is the ebony samaritan there?
Zeus:
You got a problem with ebony?
Simon:
No, no. My only problem is that I went to some trouble preparing that game for McClane. You interfered with a well-laid plan.
Zeus:
Well, you can stick your well-laid plan up your well-laid ass.
Zeus:
Now, where you goin'?
Dexter:
School.
Zeus:
Why?
Raymond:
To get educated.
Zeus:
*Why*?
Dexter:
So we can go to college.
Zeus:
And why is that important?
Dexter:
To get es-pect.
Zeus:
RE-spect. Now, who's the bad guys?
Dexter:
Guys who sell drugs.
Raymond:
Guys who have guns.
Zeus:
And who's the good guys?
Dexter:
We're the good guys.
Zeus:
Who's gonna help you?
Raymond:
Nobody.
Zeus:
*So who's gonna help you*?
Dexter:
We're gonna help ourselves.
Zeus:
And who do we not want to help us?
Dexter, Raymond:
White people.
Zeus:
That's right. Now get on outta here. Go to school.
[
John drives a taxicab through Central Park]
Zeus:
McClane. McClane!
John McClane:
What?
[
jumps the taxi over a hill towards Central Park South]
Zeus:
[
shouts] McClane!
Simon:
Is there a lieutenant named McClane there?
Inspector Cobb:
He's on suspension.
Simon:
No, Walter, he's not. Not today.
Inspector Cobb:
Who is this?
Simon:
Call me Simon. I want to play a game.
Inspector Cobb:
What kind of game?
Simon:
"Simon Says". Simon is going to tell Lt. McClane what to do, and Lt. McClane is going to do it. Noncompliance will result in a penalty.
Inspector Cobb:
What kind of penalty?
Simon:
Another big bang in a very public place.
Zeus:
Don’t fucking move.
Simon:
[
turns around] Oh, the samaritan.
Zeus:
Gimme the goddamn code.
Simon:
Code?
[
realizing what Zeus is talking about]
Simon:
Oh, you mean for the school. Sorry, I can't do that.
Zeus:
You call in that code right now. Or I'll blow your sick ass into the next world.
Simon:
If it's that's what you're gonna do.
[
Zeus pulls the trigger on his gun and nothing happens, Simon takes the gun from Zeus]
Simon:
You forgot to take the safety catch off.
[
shoots Zeus in the leg]
Simon:
Now, where's McClane?
Charles Weiss:
[
coming in] A nut who knows a lot about bombs. We found this in a playground. Professional. Very cool stuff.
[
places the bomb on Cobb's desk]
Inspector Cobb:
You shouldn't throw it around like that.
Charles Weiss:
Do'nt worry. It's unmixed. You can't hurt it. This stuff is cutting edge. A binary liquid.
Inspector Cobb:
What?
Charles Weiss:
Like epoxi. It's 2 liquids.
[
puts a dab of the clear liquid on Cobb's desk]
Charles Weiss:
Now, either one by itself,
[
takes his shoe off and slams it onto the desk]
Charles Weiss:
you get nothing. But, mix them,
[
takes a paper clip and tkes a dab of red liquid and mixes it with the clear and throws the paper clip which vaporizes from the 2 liquids]
Charles Weiss:
Like I said really cool stuff. Now, with this package, you get a warning, the bomb has to arm itself. You can see the red pump into the clear before it detonates.
John McClane:
How long before?
Charles Weiss:
10 seconds, 2 minutes, it could be anything. But, once it's mixed, be somewhere else.
Zeus:
[
Seeing McClane with his sign] Not to get too personal, but a white man standing in the middle of Harlem wearing a sign that says "I hate Niggers" has some serious personal issues, or not all of his dogs are barking.
Zeus:
[
John drives a taxicab through Central Park] McClane. McClane!
John McClane:
What?
Zeus:
[
jumps a hill towards Central Park South]
[
shouts]
Zeus:
McClane!
Zeus:
What the hell does this all have to do with killing McClane?
Simon:
Life has its little bonuses.
Helicopter Pilot:
Hang on, we're going down.
John McClane:
Do you see those high-tension wires?
Zeus:
Hey, McClane, what the fuck!
John McClane:
Why me? What he's got to do with me?
Inspector Cobb:
I have no idea, he just said it had to be you.
John McClane:
It's nice to be needed.
Zeus:
Oh, boy... am I glad you talked me out of jumping.
John McClane:
Does this shit have airbags?
Zeus:
Your side does, I don't know about mine...
Zeus:
[
shouts] McClane!
Zeus:
Who was the 21st President?
John McClane:
I don't know.
Zeus:
You don't know?
John McClane:
No, I don't know! Do you know?
Zeus:
No!
John McClane:
Listen to me. Hang the fuck on, all right?
Ivan:
[
talking to Simon on the phone] He's here.
Simon:
Perhaps you could be a little more specific.
Zeus:
Excuse me, I need to use that phone.
Businessman:
Use the other one.
Zeus:
Sir, please. I need to use that phone.
Businessman:
Hey, listen, bro, I was here first.
Zeus:
Bro? Get away from the goddamn phone!
[
pay phone rings]
Zeus:
I have to answer... that phone.
Transit cop:
Get 'em up!
Zeus:
Look, if you have to shoot me, then you go ahead and you shoot me! But I have to answer this phone, all right?
Zeus:
[
picks up the receiver] I'm here.
Simon:
[
on the other line] And McClane?
Zeus:
He's on his way. He's a little slow. He's out of shape.
Simon:
The rules applied to the both of you. I'm afraid this is non-compliance. Goodbye.
[
hangs up]
Zeus:
Trust me guys. Duck.
Transit cop:
[
draws a gun on Zeus] Freeze! Hands up!
Zeus:
[
payphone nearby rings] Look, man, I just wanna answer the...
Transit cop:
[
interrupting him] Don't move!
Zeus:
Look, if you wanna shoot me, then you go ahead and you SHOOT ME! BUT I HAVE TO ANSWER THIS PHONE!
Inspector Cobb:
Simon, I can appreciate your feelings for McClane. But believe me, the jerk isn't worth it. He's stepped on so many toes in this department, by next month he's gonna be a security guard. His own wife wants nothing to do with him, and he's about two steps shy of becoming a full-blown alcoholic.
John McClane:
[
whispering] *One* step, one step.
Zeus:
What the fuck are you doin'?
John McClane:
Interrogatin' him.
Zeus:
Well, what's he gonna tell you, "I'm dead"?
John McClane:
Well, I ain't gonna know 'til I ask him, am I?
John McClane:
They told me to stay on the line.
Simon:
Ha! God I love this country!
John McClane:
You know, your brother was an asshole.
Simon:
[
pauses and smiles] He was. He was an asshole. You... you got his number.
John McClane:
Hey, partner!
Zeus:
I ain't your partner. I ain't your neighbor, your brother, or your friend. I'm your total stranger.
Simon:
I'm a soldier, not a monster. Though I sometimes work for monsters.
[
Zeus and McClane have just stolen a man's car on the highway]
Zeus:
[
to man] Hey! Who was the 21st President?
Man:
Go fuck yourself!
Simon:
Simon says, McClane and the Samaritan are to go to the corner of 72nd and Broadway in fifteen minutes. No Police. Failiure to answer will cost you to non-complience. Do you understand me John?
John McClane:
Oh yes, I understand. I understand that you're a fucking wacko who likes to play kids' games. That's what I understand
Simon:
Hahdly.
John McClane:
[
imitating Simon] Hahdly? Who are you then, someone I set up? What did you do? Shoplifting? Purse-snatching?
[
pauses and puts hand over the receiver]
John McClane:
Cross-dressing? What?
Simon:
You c-c-c- couldn't catch me if I stole your ch-ch-ch-ch chair with you in it!
John McClane:
My ch-ch-ch-ch chair with me in it? Well, this is very interesting. Let me ask you a question bone head. Why did you try to k-k-k-k-k kill me?
Dr. Schiller:
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.
Joe Lambert:
[
reading a rap sheet] Simon, Robert E. Convicted of kidnapping and extortion, 10 to 15. Served 7 years on good behavior. Released on parole two months ago.
John McClane:
Bob Simon is a bankrupt businessman who kidnapped his partner's daughter. He's a fuck-up, not a psycho. The guy we're looking for is nuts.
John McClane:
You know this guy Simon we're talking to?
Zeus:
Yeah.
John McClane:
I threw his little brother off the thirty-second floor of Nakatomi Towers out in L.A. I guess he's a little pissed at me.
Zeus:
You mean to tell me that I'm caught up in all this shit because some white cop threw some white asshole's brother off a roof?
[
McClane and Zeus are arguing over how to solve the problem]
John McClane:
You can't do it that way you dumb, motherfucking...!
Zeus:
Say it! Say it!
John McClane:
Say what?
Zeus:
You were going to call me a nigger, weren't you?
John McClane:
No I wasn't!
Zeus:
Yes you were! What were you gonna call me?
John McClane:
Asshole! How's that, asshole!
Simon:
Said Simple Simon to the pieman going to the fair, "Give me your pies... or I'll cave your head in."
Simon:
I think he's dead my dear.
John McClane:
Hey, can you pick locks?
Zeus:
Is this one of those black things again?
[
McClane removes his shirt and pants]
John McClane:
You know, you're the first woman since Holly to see me do this.
Connie Kowalski:
I'm honored...
John McClane:
Yeah, so was she.
John McClane:
Hot in here, or am I just scared to death?
[
trying to get to one of Simon's destinations on time]
Zeus:
Park Drive is always jammed!
John McClane:
I didn't say "Park Drive."
[
McClane turns the cab and drives through the park]
John McClane:
I said "the park."
Zeus:
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! I'm not going anywhere.
Inspector Cobb:
Simon says you got to go.
Zeus:
I'm not jumping through hoops for some psycho! That's a white man, with white problems. You deal with him. Call me when he crosses 110th Street.
[
after dropping McClane off in Harlem with a sign that says "I hate niggers"]
Inspector Cobb:
We'll be back to pick you up in fifteen minutes.
John McClane:
Take your time. I expect to be dead in four.
Simon:
Money means shit to me. I would not give up McClane for all the gold in your Fort Knox.
Simon:
Where are my pigeons now?
Inspector Cobb:
Pigeons?
Simon:
I had two pigeons, bright and gay, fly from me the other day. Why is it they did go? You cannot tell, you do not know.
Inspector Cobb:
You mean McClane?
Simon:
No, I mean Santa Claus.
[
Simon is in one of the dumptrucks driving gold through the unfinished aqueduct]
Simon:
[
on a phone] Rear guard, you can close up now.
[
pauses, not getting an answer]
Simon:
We've reached the dam, you can come up now...
[
pauses again, no answer]
Simon:
Nils? You can close in now. Nils?
John McClane:
[
on the guard's phone] Attention! Attention! Nils is dead! I repeat, Nils is dead, fuck-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.
Simon:
[
on the phone] 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?
John McClane:
[
on the phone] 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.
Simon:
[
on the phone] How colorful.
Zeus:
Well, at least I'm gonna die rich.
John McClane:
I've got bad news for ya, you're only dying with me.
Zeus:
How the hell do you know?
John McClane:
I know the man, I know the family. The only thing better than blowing up $100 billion worth of gold is making people think you did.
[
McClane and Zeus break into a car]
John McClane:
You know how to hot-wire this thing?
Zeus:
Of course I can, I'm an electrician. Only problem is...
[
Zeus starts the ignition with his pliers]
Zeus:
...it takes too fuckin' long.
Simon:
Yesterday we were an army with no country, tomorrow we must decide which country we want to buy!
[
Referring to The Sign of the Cross]
Zeus:
How do Catholics do their thing?
John McClane:
North, South, West, East.
John McClane:
Say hello to your brother.
Ricky Walsh:
Next, fourteen dumptrucks stolen from a yard in Staten Island. Fourteen! Jesus! Somebody starting a construction company?
Joe Lambert:
No, it's John's landlady - gonna clean up his apartment.
FBI Agent:
Does the name Gruber mean anything to you, lieutenant?
[
Flashback to Hans Gruber falling from Nakatomi Towers]
John McClane:
It rings a bell, yeah.
Zeus:
Damn McClane, you know I was just starting to like you.
John McClane:
Yeah well don't, I'm an asshole.
Zeus:
What are you talking about now?
John McClane:
I lied to you, Zeus.
Zeus:
About what?
John McClane:
You remember I said Weiss found that bomb up in Harlem?
Zeus:
Yeah.
John McClane:
They found it down in Chinatown.
Zeus:
Oh. Oh now that's low, even for a white motherfucker like you.
John McClane:
I told you I was an asshole.
[
about to call Simon with the answer to another riddle]
Zeus:
Wait a minute, wait a minute, it's a trick! I forgot about the man.
John McClane:
Man? What man? Fuck the man! I got ten seconds here!
Zeus:
The riddle begins, "As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives!"
John McClane:
So?
Zeus:
So, the guy and his wives aren't going anywhere.
John McClane:
What are they doing?
Zeus:
Sitting in the fucking road! Waiting on the moors! How the hell should I know?
Zeus:
Morning.
John McClane:
Good morning.
Zeus:
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 niggers" has either got some serious personal issues, or not all his dogs are barking.
John McClane:
[
yawns]
Zeus:
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. Do you understand? You're about to have a very bad day.
John McClane:
Tell me about it.
[
Officer Jane is tending to McClane's wounds]
Inspector Cobb:
How is that?
Officer Jane:
Nothing wrong with him a shower wouldn't cure. Beer is normally taken internally, John.
Dr. Schiller:
Yes I was saying that we're dealing with a megalomaniacal personality with possible paranoid schizo...
John McClane:
Hey, hey! How 'bout you just skip down to the part where you tell me what the fuck this has to do with me.
Joe Lambert:
Bonwit Teller. Who'd want to blow up a department store?
Connie Kowalski:
Ever seen a woman miss a shoe sale?
John McClane:
[
to terrorists in a tunnel] Hi, Mickey O'Brien, aqueduct security. We've had a report of a guy coming through here with, uh, eight reindeer.
[
McClane shoots the terrorists]
John McClane:
Yeah, they said he was a jolly old fat guy with a snowy white beard. Cute red clothes. I'm surprised you didn't see him.
Zeus:
Is this a black-shit again?
John McClane:
Hey will you stop that racial shit? Are you a fuckin' locksmith or not?
Zeus:
Call 911. Someone's about to get killed. And afterwards you go to school, okay?
Raymond, Dexter:
[
casually] Okay.
John McClane:
Hey dickhead! Did I come at a bad time?
Federal Reserve Guard 2:
[
on phone] Listen, front desk, I need help I'm completely surrounded...
Simon Gruber:
Hey just relax mate, maybe you'll live through this.
John McClane:
Yippie-kay-yay motherfucker
John McClane:
I never knew Canada could be this much fun.
John McClane:
[
to Zeus] This guy doesn't care about skin color. Even if you do.
Simon:
[
addressing his troops] And remember. This was all made possible thanks to the g-g-g-g-gullibility of the New York Police Department!
Zeus:
[
helicopter being shot at by Simon] Oh, shit!
Helicopter Pilot:
Oh, shit!
John McClane:
What do you mean, "Oh, shit"?
Simon:
[
Simon, disguised as a City Engineer, surveying the damage caused by one of his bombs] Holy Toledo! Somebody had fun.
John McClane:
[
Opens door of dump truck] You're a truck driver?
Jerry Parks:
No I'm a beautician... Of course I'm a truck driver
Zeus:
Why do you keep calling me Jésus? Do I look Puerto Rican to you?
John McClane:
Guy back there called you Jésus.
Zeus:
He didn't say Jésus. He said, "Hey, Zeus!" My name is Zeus.
John McClane:
Zeus?
Zeus:
Yeah, Zeus! As in, father of Apollo? Mt. Olympus? Don't fuck with me or I'll shove a lightning bolt up your ass? Zeus! You got a problem with that?
John McClane:
No, I don't have a problem with that.
[
Simon and Targo have just learned that McClane killed two of their henchmen at the aqueduct]
Mathias Targo:
I told you not to toy with him!
Simon:
Thank you, that's very helpful.
Charles Weiss:
No guts. No glory.
[
McClane and Targo are fighting]
Mathias Targo:
I see you all day, little man, policeman...
[
Targo kicks McClane, who is on the ground]
Mathias Targo:
...and you don't go away.
John McClane:
Yeah, I'm that fucking Energizer bunny.
[
Weiss is hardwiring the bomb in Chester A. Arthur Elementary School]
Charles Weiss:
Six booby traps, four dead ends, "and a Partridge in a pear tree." Okay, honey. Let's dance.
Simon:
[
on the phone] Is there a detective named McClane there?.
Inspector Cobb:
He's on suspension
Simon:
No Walter, he's not. Not today.
Inspector Cobb:
Who is this?
Simon:
Call me Simon.
Inspector Cobb:
What do you want?
Simon:
I want to play a game.
Inspector Cobb:
What kind of game?
Simon:
Simon says
[
pauses]
Simon:
Simon's going to tell Lieutenant McClane what to do, and Lieutenant McClane is going to do it. No compliance will result in a penalty.
Inspector Cobb:
What penalty?
Simon:
Another big bang in a very public place
Zeus:
What the hell's it doing now?
John McClane:
It's mixing.
Simon:
[
Simon has just broken into the Federal Reserve] One hundred and forty billion dollars! That's ten times more than what's in Kentucky. Fort Knox? Ha! Fort Knox is for tourists.
Kid #1:
It's like Christmas. You could steal City Hall.
[
Zeus and John take the kids' bikes]
Kid #1:
My bike? Hey, my bike!
Zeus:
Yeah, it's Christmas!
Mathias Targo:
[
throws and slams John McClane wildly around ship room]
John McClane:
[
hits the floor hard and stunned]
Mathias Targo:
[
menacingly] You going to do something? You going to arrest me? Hmm?
John McClane:
[
sees chain on ground and says weakly] No, I don't think I'm gonna arrest you.
[
grabs a chain on ground]
John McClane:
I'm gonna fuckin' -
[
uses chain to knock Targo out]
Raymond:
Yo, uncle!
Dexter:
Come look at this!
Zeus:
[
looks at watch] It's ten after nine. Why aren't you in school?
Raymond:
Tony wants to sell you this.
Zeus:
Tony? That no-neck dude they call "Bad T"?
Dexter:
He says he found it in a dumpster.
Zeus:
He keeps stealing from people, they're gonna find him in a dumpster.
Raymond:
No, he didn't steal it. He says his uncle gave it to him.
Zeus:
Mm-hm? Hand me that newspaper over there.
Raymond:
[
does]
Zeus:
[
takes it, and whaps his nephews' heads lightly] Don't *ever* let people use you. I don't know how many times I've got to say that to you all. 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.
Dexter:
You mean, you want us to take it back to Tony?
Zeus:
No, I'll take it back to Tony... with a message.
Principal Martinez:
Hi kids. Now I know you all have assemblies on Friday, but today's special. Mr. Lambert here is from the fire department and today he wants us to practice a brand new fire drill.
Raymond:
[
seeing Joe Lambert's police badge] Yeah right. Fire drill? That guy's not from the fire department.
Dexter:
[
sees police badge too and stutters] Maybe it's because of the radio.
Raymond:
You mean like they're after us?
Dexter:
Tony squealed on us!
Raymond:
No he didn't.
Zeus:
Boy, is he pissed.
John McClane:
Maybe he'll feel better when he looks in the back seat.
Zeus:
DAMN! That was MY gold bar!
Simon:
Why was the phone busy? Who were you calling?
John McClane:
Psychic Hotline!
Gang Member:
[
in German] Nicht schiessen!
John McClane:
[
shoots him] What was that?
Mathias Targo:
[
kicks McClane] He said "Don't shoot!"
[
first lines]
Inspector Cobb:
Alan, Bomb Squad, Special Services, State Police and the F.B.I. Lt. Jurgensen, you, Plummer, go to St. John's Emergency in case we got any walk-ins from the street. Kramer, get the City Engineer. I got to find out our damage report.
[
last lines]
John McClane:
Oh shit.
Zeus:
What? WHAT?
John McClane:
I left Holly hanging on the phone.
Zeus:
Ah, call her back.
John McClane:
Uhh, she's going to be pissed.
Zeus:
She'll get over it.
John McClane:
I don't know, Zeus. Like I said, she's a very stubborn woman.
Zeus:
She'd have to be to stay married to you.
John McClane:
You think we should call a fire truck?
Zeus:
Fuck 'em, just let 'em cook!
Inspector Cobb:
John, have you been drinking?
John McClane:
No, not since this morning.
Zeus:
Watch it! Watch it!
John McClane:
Don't worry, I know what I'm doing.
Zeus:
Not even God knows what you're doing, McClane!
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