Simon Gruber: 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?
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: Listen to me. Hang the fuck on, all right?
John McClane: Hot in here, or am I just scared to death?
Simon: Money is 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 was it they did go? You cannot tell, you do not know. Inspector Cobb: You mean McClane? Simon: No, I mean Santa Claus.
Dr. Schiller: Yes, I was saying that we're dealing with a megalomaniacal personality with possible paranoid schizo... John McClane: Hey, hey! How 'bout we just skip down to the part where you tell me what the fuck this has to do with me, huh?
Zeus: 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? Raymond: [casually] Yeah. Dexter: Yeah.
John McClane: Hey dickhead! Did I come at a bad time?
Mischa: [the second guard tries to reach the front desk but instead reaches Simon's henchman who has replaced the real guard] Front desk. Federal Reserve Guard #2: Yes, call the police, get your ass down here right now! I'm under attack! Mischa: Hey,...
John McClane: [to Zeus] This guy doesn't care about skin color. Even if you do.
Zeus: [helicopter being shot at by Simon] Oh, shit! Helicopter Pilot: Oh, shit! John McClane: What do you mean, "Oh, shit"?
[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.
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! Ten times what's in Kentucky. Fort Knox? Ha! It's for tourists.
Principal Martinez: Hi kids. I know you usually have assembly on Fridays, but today's special. Mr. Lambert here is from the fire department and today he wants us to practice a brand new fire drill. So, I want you to divide in half, and I want half of...
John McClane: [Zeus has picked up a stray gold ingot and attempts to carry it out with him] Put that shit down. Zeus: No fuckin' way. John McClane: They ain't gonna let you keep it. Zeus: Yeah, yeah, we'll see.
