Maggie QQuotes

Tori Wu: My brother, he was like you. During the second stage, he got good fast. Last day of the simulations one of the Dauntless leaders came in to watch him. The next morning we found his body at the bottom of the chasm. They got rid of him.

Declan: Delta, do you copy?

Zhen: [''mocking Declan''] All I do is copy.

Declan: That's funny. Get ready to move into position.

Zhen: I'm already there.

Julia Mead: That's how it is with Rick! He's fine, he's fine and suddenly he's naked and hugging everyone.

Julia Mead: Tell me it's real. I mean us. Tell me it's real.

Declan Gormley: [''Response to Luther''] Please, when do I not copy? All I do is copy.

Zhen: [''Mocking Declan''] All I do is copy.

Brassel: Now I am... not a stranger to disrespect; you don't get to where I am without developing a thick skin. But what I won't stand for -- what I will lose my sleep over, and I love my sleep -- is the idea of an irresponsible, rogue agent working in my office. So... I'm going to slow things way down here. You can look at me with those judgemental, incriminating eyes all you want, but I bullshit you not, I will bleed on the flag to make sure the stripes stay red.

Benji Dunn: [panicked] I just looked it up. Okay, you're on Interpol's most wanted list. And that, by the way, is a spectacular list to be on.

Benji Dunn: [talking while working on computer] Maybe we can share, uh, a jail cell together, you know? If this goes tits-up, which it will. The location of that number is Shanghai. There, I just told you. Shanghai. I've just aided and abetted an enemy of the state. Fantastic. Thank you.

Matt Farrell: That's her!

John McClane: Her" who?

Agent Johnson: What're you talking about?

Matt Farrell: It's them.

John McClane: Are you saying it's "them" them?

Matt Farrell: [McClane picks up his handset] I swear to you, I know her! I would know her voice anywhere! Don't say anything! Don't...

John McClane: [speaks into the radio. Mai, along with Gabriel and several other henchmen, listen in] Just keep your mouth shut for a minute. Hey, Metro, how's your day going over there? Gotta be pretty, uh, crazy over there, what with all those 587s, huh?

Mai Linh: Yes sir; we've had to dispatch all units.

John McClane: Yeah, you had to dispatch all units for all the naked people walking around? Cut the bullshit, honey, just put your boss on.

Thomas Gabriel: [over radio] Officer McClane.

John McClane: [Trey begins pulling up information on McClane on his computers] It's Detective McClane, asshole. Don't worry, though, we're gonna have plenty of time to get to know each other when I come visit you in prison.

Thomas Gabriel: [looks at Holly Gennaro-McClane's license plate and other personal details; reads McClane's pension fund; presses a button that wipes out McClane's 401k] But, John, I already know so much about you: your address in Brooklyn; payments on your mortgage; how long you've been a member of the NYPD; and how's Holly? Well that's sad - you're divorced. Was that tough on little Jack and Lucy? Now this is sad: after 30 years I'd have thought you'd have a better pension plan than what I see here. Oh, and it gets worse: your 401k no longer exists! Tell you what, let me make it up to you: shoot Mr. Farrell in the head and drive away, and by the time you reach the end of the next block, all your debts will be wiped clean, and your children will be set for life.