Simon: Money is shit to me. I would not give up McClane for all the gold in your Fort Knox.
John McClane: [to Zeus] This guy doesn't care about skin color. Even if you do.
You'd have a hard time finding anything better than Barcelona for food, as far as being a hub. Given a choice between Barcelona and San Sebastian to die in, I'd probably want to die in San Sebastian.
John McClane: Happy trails, Hans.
Karl: No one kills him but me!
[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!
John McClane: You know how to pick this lock? Zeus: Is this some black-shit again? John McClane: Hey will you stop that racial shit? Are you a fuckin' locksmith or not?
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: That guy was pissed. John McClane: He'll feel better when he looks in the back seat. Zeus: Shit! That was *my* gold bar!
FBI Agent: The name Gruber mean anything to you, lieutenant? [flashback to Hans Gruber falling from Nakatomi Towers] John McClane: It rings a bell, yeah.
Simon: [addressing his troops] And remember, this is all due to the g-g-g-g-g-g-gullibility of the New York Police Department!
Gang Member: [in German] Nicht schiessen! John McClane: [shoots him] What was that? Mathias Targo: [kicks McClane] He said "Don't shoot!"
Zeus: [helicopter being shot at by Simon] Oh, shit! Helicopter Pilot: Oh, shit! John McClane: What do you mean, "Oh, shit"?
People in general would rather die than forgive. It's THAT hard. If God said in plain language. "I'm giving you a choice, forgive or die," a lot of people would go ahead and order their coffin.
Well, unless you've suffered from panic attacks and social anxiety disorders, which is what I was diagnosed as having, it's hard to explain it. But you go on stage knowing you're actually physically going to die. You will keel over and die.
John McClane: [McClane, before jumping from the roof] I promise I will never even *think* about going up in a tall building again. Oh, God. Please don't let me die.
I've never been a die-hard fan, like a crazy fan for an artist.
The difficulty is not that great to die for a friend, the hard part is finding a friend worth dying for.
Oh, how hard it must be to die anywhere but in one's birthplace.
John McClane: Welcome to the party, pal.
I was giving up. I would have given up - if a voice hadn't made itself heard in my heart. The voice said "I will not die. I refuse it. I will make it through this nightmare. I will beat the odds, as great as they are. I have survived so far, miraculo...
