A Good Day to Die Hard (2013)
John McClane: The shit we do for our kids. Yippie-kai-yay, motherfucker.
John McClane: So we're not going to grow any third arms or anything are we?
Jack McClane: Nah. You might loose your hair.
John McClane: Ha! Laugh it up kid. This is your five years from now.
Jack McClane: It's rain water and fire. Besides, it's hard to kill a McClane.
John McClane: *Now* you're a McClane?
Jack McClane: Yeah, I'm a McClane. John McClane.
John McClane: John McClane, Junior.
Jack McClane: Well, that makes you a Senior.
John McClane: That's right. Try not to forget it. I'm your father. Have some respect for your father.
Jack McClane: Let me ask you something. You lookin' for trouble, or does it always seem to find *you*?
John McClane: You know, after all these years, I still ask myself the same question.
John McClane: What's with the "John" shit? What happened to "Dad"?
Jack McClane: That's a good question.
John McClane: [punching a Russian motorist after an argument] D'you think I'd understand a word you say?
John McClane: [gets into car; sarcastically] Jesus Christ. It's OK, I'm fine, thanks.
John McClane: [during a shoot out] You remember the last time we talked just before you went away?
Jack McClane: Ah no. No! No, no, you're not gonna open up to me before we die. That's not your thing, John.
John McClane: What's my thing?
Jack McClane: Fucking killing bad guys, that's your thing!
John McClane: [preparing to return fire] You're not gonna die today.
John McClane: Me and my boy here, we're gonna put a whuppin' on ya!
John McClane: [as they gear up] You got a plan?
Jack McClane: Not really. I kinda thought we would just wing it, you know. Running in, guns blazing! Make it up as we go.
Lucy: Dad? Just try... try not to make an even bigger mess of things.
Murphy: He'll be lucky to get life.
John McClane: He can never get out of his own way... He had a lot of problems... He's still my kid.
Murphy: I know. But it's Russia. They do things differently over there.
John McClane: Me, too.
John McClane: [while driving on the cars and trucks, phone rings] Oh, for the love of...
[picks up a phone]
John McClane: Hi, honey.
Lucy: Dad? Can you hear me? How is Moscow?
John McClane: Can I call you back?
Lucy: Wait, don't, don't...
John McClane: [woman screams] Sorry, ma'am!
[a blaring car horn]
John McClane: Sorry!
Alik: [laughs out loud at Jack] Did you see this guy?
Lucy: Dad, can you hear me? Dad, are you still there? Dad?
Alik: Oh, man!
John McClane: [bumps against Alik's military vehicle] Knock, knock.
John McClane: [to Lucy] You still there?
Lucy: Yeah, yeah, I'm here. So, how is Jack? Have you seen him?
John McClane: Uh, yep, looking right at him.
Lucy: Is he okay?
John McClane: I haven't really caught up with him yet, but he looks good. I'm gonna have to call you back.
Lucy: What's going on there?
John McClane: Luce, can I call you right back?
Lucy: Don't hang up...
Komarov: [Jack has caught him and is holding him near the rooftop] Well done, Mr. Super-spy! It's a shame your father won't be alive to see you promoted!
Jack McClane: Neither will you!
[throws Komarov off the building and gets shredded by the rotor of the helicopter]
John McClane: [mocking his son] The 007 of Plainfield, New Jersey. Very nice.
Jack McClane: [looking out the window] John!
John McClane: What do you got?
Jack McClane: A big old bird!
Komarov: Goddamn Americans. You think you're so smart.
John McClane: No, I'm not that smart. I'm just on vacation.
Jack McClane: Hey, lemme ask you something. Do you go looking for trouble, or does it always find you?
John McClane: You know, after all these years, I'm still asking myself the same question.
Alik: Do you know what I hate about the Americans? Everything. Especially cowboys.