| Simon Peter Gruber: |
[W]ould a deal be out of the question? |
| Lt. John McClane : |
Yeah, I got a deal for ya. Crawl out from under
that rock you're hiding under and I'll drive this truck up
your ass. |
| Simon Peter Gruber: |
How . . . colorful. |
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| Simon Peter Gruber: |
Said Simple Simon to the pie-man going to the
fair: give me your pies . . . or I'll cave your head in. |
| ----- |
| Simon Peter Gruber: |
Birds of a feather flock together, so do pigs
and swine, rats and mice have their chance, as will I have
mine. |
| ----- |
| Chief Walter Cobb: |
We'll be back to pick you up in fifteen minutes. |
| Lt. John McClane: |
Take your time. I expect to be dead in four. |
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| Chief Walter Cobb: |
Who is this? |
| Simon Peter Gruber: |
Call me, Simon. |
| Chief Walter Cobb: |
What do you want? |
| Simon Peter Gruber: |
I want to play a game. |
| Chief Walter Cobb: |
What kind of game? |
| Simon Peter Gruber: |
Simon says. |
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| Connie Kowalski: |
They made it to the phone, but there's a problem. |
| Chief Walter Cobb: |
What do ya mean? How big a problem? |
| Joe Lambert: |
Oh, about 300 pounds. |
| ----- |
| Simon Peter Gruber: |
This, gentlemen, as they say, is where the
plot thickens. |
| ----- |
| Zeus Carver: |
That's a white man, with white problems. You
deal with him. Call me when he crosses 110th street. |
| ----- |
| Zeus Carver: |
Zeus, as in father of Apollo, mount Olympus,
don't fu** with me or I'll shove a lightning bolt up your
ass, Zeus! |
| ----- |
| Banker: |
[I] thought this was a currency exchange! |
| Simon Peter Gruber: |
Oh, I think we can go straight to the withdrawal. |
| ----- |
| Simon Peter Gruber: |
I think he's dead, my dear. |
| ----- |
| Simon Peter Gruber: |
One hundred and forty billion dollars! Ten
times what's in Kentucky. Fort Knox, ha, is for tourists! |
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| Lt. John McClane: |
Have I oppressed you?! Have I oppressed your
people somehow?! I'll tell you what your problem is, you don't
like me 'cause you're a racist! |
| Zeus Carver: |
What?! |
| Lt. John McClane: |
You're a racist! You don't like me 'cause I'm
white. |
| Zeus Carver: |
I don't like you because you're gonna get me
killed. |
| ----- |
| Zeus Carver: |
Not to get to personal, but a white man standing
in the middle of Harlem, wearing a sign that says, "I hate
n****rs," has either got some serious personal issues or not
all his dogs are barking. |
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