Die Hard: With a Vengeance (1995) - Quotes

FBI Agent in van: Does the name Gruber mean anything to you, Lieutenant?

John McClane: It rings a bell, yeah.

John McClane: There's gold in the Federal Reserve, and they took a shitload of it! They're heading north in dump trucks!

Inspector Cobb: Have you been drinking, McClane?

John McClane: No, not since this morning.

Zeus: What are you doing?

McClane: Interrogating him.

Zeus: And what's he gonna tell you? "I'm dead"?

McClane: Well, I ain't gonna know til I ask him, now, am I?

Simon Gruber: [tosses a gold brick to one of his comrades, who nearly drops it because of the weight] One hundred forty billion dollars! Ten times what's in Kentucky! Fort Knox? HA! It's for tourists!

Federal Reserve Guard #1: Whaddaya think, guys? Will you have to fix it?

Deputy Marshal #1: [inspecting the alarms] Yeah it's tippin alright.

Federal Reserve Guard #1: [He opens the door and finds Simon pointing a gun at his head. He immediately dives to the floor and draws his gun, but the two repairmen are now pointing submachine guns at him and his comrade] I'll be right back.

Mischa: Front desk.

Federal Reserve Guard #2: Yes, call the police! Get your ass down here right now! I'm under attack!

Mischa: Hey, just relax mate! Maybe you'll live through this!

Simon Gruber: I think he's dead, my dear.

Ricky Walsh: [We see two of Simon's men using syringe guns on the two cops sent to escort them] Yeah, yeah we snapped a couple of the steam pipes, it's like a sauna. We got the subway guys to shut down the third rail.

Foreman: Emergency lighting?

Ricky Walsh: [He hears Otto drawing a pistol; Otto shoots him twice] And there's still some … HEY!

Foreman: [Otto replies in German; The two other henchmen, who have donned the cops' uniforms, step past Otto] No shooting!! Speak English!

First "Cop: Otto doesn't speak English! Do ya, Otto?

Foreman: Where the hell did we get this guy?

Second "Cop: He's one of Targo's thugs!

Zeus Carver: You were gonna call me a nigger, weren't you?

John McClane: No, I wasn't!

Zeus Carver: Yes, you were!

John McClane: No!

Zeus Carver: Then what were you gonna call me?!

John McClane: ASSHOLE! How's that, asshole?! What, you got some fuckin problem with me cause I'm white, Zeus?! Is that it?! Have I oppressed you?! Have I oppressed your people somehow?! I'll tell you what your fuckin problem is! You're a racist!

Zeus Carver: [Stunned] What?!

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!

Ricky Walsh: Come on, Pamela, look at your watch! It's coming up on shift change! The bean counters are worried about overtime, so we're sending everybody back to the precinct to punch out! The next shift's gonna be here in a minute.

Pamela: You are so full of shit, Walsh!

Ricky Walsh: [Bows to her; He hears a low rumble and walks over to the corner, trying to find out what the noise is] Thank you. What the hell?

Ricky Walsh: [Simon approaches him] Hey, whoa! Whoa-whoa!

Simon Gruber: [flashes his identification; Mathias Targo jumps onto the next passing truck] Detective! Bob Thompson. City Engineer's office. We'd like to get an idea of the damage.

Ricky Walsh: Man, you guys really got here fast!

Simon Gruber: [with faux-American accent] Well … it's Wall Street, sir. A lot of money here. Lot of opinion makers--the mayor doesn't want to piss off, you know. Is this it?

Simon Gruber: [turns to Walsh; smiles and exchanges eye contact with Walsh. After a pause, Walsh gives in] Holy Toledo! Somebody had fun! I'd appreciate it if you'd show my associates the way down.

Ricky Walsh: [turns to two cops by the police barricades; Two cops are waved over to lead two of Simon's thugs and Otto down the stairs into the wreckage] Yeah! Yeah, sure. Jimmy! You got the flashlight? Murphy, come on, you too!

Zeus Carver: [slowly] I have to answer that phone.

Transit Cop: Get em up!

Zeus Carver: [picks up the receiver] Look, if you have to shoot me, then you go ahead, and you shoot me! But I have to answer this phone, alright?! I'm here.

Simon Gruber: And McClane?

Zeus Carver: He's on his way. Uh, you know, he's a little slow. He's kinda outta shape.

Simon Gruber: [hangs up. The screeching of wheel flanges can be heard from inside the tunnel] The rules applied to both of you. I'm afraid this is noncompliance. Goodbye.

Zeus Carver: [He immediately assumes the brace position. The downtown #3 train that the bomb has been planted in enters the station. At the back of the tenth car, McClane smashes the panel on the door and throws the bomb out onto the tracks. As he does that, the front wheels of the first car pass over a trip wire over the inner rail that activates the detonator. The bomb goes off in midair, causing the last car to separate from the wheel bogies. The carbody slides along the island platform, taking out the station columns and signs, emitting a large plume of dust at the station entrances on the street. The transit cop stands still, petrified at the scene] Trust me guys. Duck.

Zeus Carver: [He pulls the transit cop under the stairs. The derailed car hits the stairway and turns on its side] Get down!

Zeus Carver: Watch-it, watch-it, watch-it, watch-it--Are you aiming for these people?

John McClane: [Wilhelm scream is heard from a pedestrian jumping out of the way] No! Maybe that mime.

Zeus Carver: But Wall Street is south!

John McClane: Stop yelling! I got a headache! And the best way south is not 9th Avenue. It's through the park.

Zeus Carver: [sees a narrow gap between two cars] Oh, dear.

Zeus Carver: I told you Park Drive is always jammed!

John McClane: [turns the cab and drives onto the sidewalk, cutting through Central Park] I didn't say "Park Drive". I said "through the park".

Zeus Carver: Hey, who was the twenty-first President?

Man: Go fuck yourself!

Zeus Carver: That dude was pissed!

John McClane: He'll feel better when he looks in the back seat.

Zeus Carver: Oh, shit, that was my gold bar!

John McClane: Listen, you fail, I cover your ass. I fail, you cover my ass.

Zeus Carver: And if we both fail?

John McClane: Then we're both fucked! Go now, drive. Get to that phone booth by 10:20! Go!

Zeus Carver: [mutters to himself] My lucky fucking day...

John McClane: You know how to pick this lock?

Zeus Carver: Is this some black shit again?

John McClane: Will you stop with that racial shit?

Dr. Fred Schiller: These people don't like to work anonymously. They want you to know who's doing it to you. So this name Simon is probably not an alias. It's probably Simon or some variation.

Joe Lambert: [reads information off of a rap sheet] Simon, Robert E. Busted in 86. Extortion. Kidnapping. 10 to 15. Did 7 years for good behavior. Released on a state work furlough two months ago.

Inspector Cobb: [Rick tosses something to McClane] Check it.

John McClane: Thanks, Rick. Bob Simon was a bankrupt businessman who kidnapped his partner's daughter. He's a fuck-up, not a psycho. The guy we're looking for is nuts.

Charles Weiss: [comes in; thuds the bomb on Cobb's desk] A nut who knows a lot about bombs. We found this in a playground. Professional. Very cool stuff! You know … Boom!

Inspector Walter Cobb: You think you should slam it around like that, Charlie?

Charles Weiss: It's unmixed. You can't hurt it. This stuff is cutting edge. It's a binary liquid.

Inspector Walter Cobb: A what?

Charles Weiss: [puts a dab of the clear liquid on Cobb's desk; hits it with his shoe; dabs a paperclip in the red liquid, swirls it into the clear; Ricky Walsh moves aside and Charlie throws the paperclip at a chair. The mixture explodes and pops the chair up, startling everyone] Like epoxy. Two liquids. Now, either one by itself … you got nothing. But, mix em … : Ricky?

Connie Kowalski: [pissed] Charlie, you're gonna be wearin that chair up your ass!!

Inspector Walter Cobb: Christ almighty, Charlie!

Charles Weiss: [pretending to have not heard them] Like I said, very cool stuff. Now, with a package like this, you get a warning. Now, the bomb has to arm itself. You'll see the red liquid pump into the clear before it detonates.

John McClane: How long before?

Charles Weiss: Ten seconds, two minutes, it could be anything. But once it's mixed...be somewhere else.

Zeus Carver: [yells as McClane speeds off; McClane runs a red light, barely avoiding collision with several cars] I used to drive a cab. The fastest way to –

John McClane: You were saying?

Zeus Carver: I was saying, I used to drive a cab, and 9th Avenue is the fastest way south. But we seem to be going east.

John McClane: That cut deep?

Zeus Carver: How the hell would I know?

John McClane: Just keep pressure on it.

Zeus Carver: Oh, fuck!

John McClane: Jesús, right? John McClane. I owe you one. Thanks for-

Zeus Carver: Damn right, you owe me! Do you have any idea what those guys are doing to my shop right now?

John McClane: Chill out, Jesús.

Zeus Carver: Chill out? What the fuck? Are you trying to relate to me? Talk like a white man!

John McClane: Look, Jesús, I'm sorry you got involved!

Zeus Carver: Why're you calling me "Jesús"? Do I look Puerto Rican to you?

John McClane: The guy back there called you Jesús.

Zeus Carver: He didn't say "Jesús," he said "Hey, Zeus!" My name is Zeus.

John McClane: Zeus?

Zeus Carver: Yeah, Zeus! As in Father of Apollo? Mount Olympus? Don't-fuck-with-me-or-I'll-shove-a-lightning-bolt-up-your-ass Zeus! You got a problem with that?

John McClane: No...no, I don't have a problem.

John McClane: Listen, I'm a cop.

Zeus Carver: What?

John McClane: I'm on a case. Somebody blew Bonwit Teller's an hour ago. Did you hear about that on the news?

Zeus Carver: Yeah.

John McClane: The same asshole that did that said I gotta come to Harlem and do this, or he's gonna blow up somethin else, do you understand?

Zeus Carver: [muttering] Shit, shit...

John McClane: Listen I got a gun.

Zeus Carver: They got ten guns.

John McClane: When you get across the street, you should get across the street.

Zeus Carver: Look, start acting crazy, alright?

John McClane: What?

Zeus Carver: Like Looney Tunes, you know like Bellevue?

Black Gang Leader: Hey, Zeus. Is he a friend of yours?

Zeus Carver: He look like a friend of mine? I think this dude has just escaped from some hospital. You know, like Bellevue?

Zeus Carver: 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 Carver: [casually] Yeah.

Dexter Carver: Yeah.

Zeus Carver: Morning.

John McClane: Good morning.

Zeus Carver: [A car passing by honks its horn in response to McClane's message; McClane yawns] You having a nice day, sir? You feelin all right? Not to get too personal, but a white man standing in the middle of Harlem wearing a sign that says "I Hate Niggers" has either got some serious personal issues, or not all his dogs are barking. Hey, I'm talking to you! Now you've got about ten seconds before those guys see you, and when they do, they will kill you, you understand? You are about to have a very bad day.

John McClane: Tell me about it, Sir this is a police matter, for your own safety I'm gonna have... .

Zeus Carver: You damn right it's a police matter, for you're own safety I suggest you hide your butt in my shop till the police get here.

Black Gang Member: WHAT THE FUCK?!

Zeus Carver: [looks to see the Gang Member at McClane with the sign] Oh shit.

Zeus: Now, where you goin'?

Dexter: School.

Zeus: Why?

Raymond: To get educated.

Zeus: Why?

Dexter: So we can go to college.

Zeus: And why is that important?

Dexter: To get espect.

Zeus: Respect. Now, who's the bad guys?

Dexter: Guys who sell drugs.

Raymond: Guys who have guns.

Zeus: And who's the good guys?

Dexter: We're the good guys.

Zeus: Who's gonna help you?

Raymond: Nobody.

Zeus: So who's gonna help you?

Dexter: We're gonna help ourselves.

Zeus: And who do we not want to help us?

Dexter and Raymond: White people!

Zeus: That's right. Now get on out of here. Go to school.

Raymond: Yo, uncle!

Dexter: Come look at this!

Zeus Carver: [looks at watch] It's ten after 9:00. Why aren't you in school?

Raymond: Tony wants to sell you this.

Zeus Carver: Tony? That no-neck dude they call "Bad T"?

Dexter: He says he found it in a dumpster.

Zeus Carver: If he keeps stealin from people, they're gonna find him in a dumpster.

Raymond: No, he didn't steal it! He says his uncle gave it to him.

Zeus Carver: Mmmm-hmmm? Hand me that newspaper over there.

Zeus Carver: Don't ever let people use you. You're running all over town with stolen property! If you get caught, you get in trouble while he gets to deny the whole thing and walk away.

Dexter: Y-You mean, you want us to take it back to Tony?

Zeus Carver: No, I'll take it back to Tony … with a message.

Zeus Carver: How do Catholics do their thing?

John McClane: [Zeus crosses himself in those directions] North, South, West, East. How much time?

Zeus Carver: 27 minutes.

John McClane: Ha! 72nd and Broadway to Central Park South in three minutes! It's gotta be a fuckin record!

Zeus Carver: Where the hell are you going, McClane?! I told you 9th Avenue was the quickest way south!

John McClane: Stop with that goddamn yelling! I know what I’m doing!

Zeus Carver: Not even God knows what you’re doing!

Ricky Walsh: Next, fourteen dump trucks stolen from a yard in Staten Island. Fourteen! Jesus! Somebody starting a construction company?

Joe Lambert: No, it was John's landlady, gonna clean his apartment.

John McClane: [to Jerry after thinking he's one of Simon's men] Are you a truck driver?

Jerry: [sarcastically] No, I'm a beautician! Of course I'm a truck driver!

Zeus Carver: You've got a hell of a way of flagging somebody down!

John McClane: Hey, dickhead. Did I come at a bad time?

Zeus Carver: [chuckles] Whoa-ho! I think she's pissed at you, McClane!

John McClane: [prepares to shoot a wire down on Simon's helicopter; shoots down the wire] Say hello to your brother!

Simon Gruber: [sees what McClane did] Get out of here!

John McClane: Yippie-ki-yay, motherfucker!

Simon: Of course not. I'm a soldier, I'm not a monster, even though I do sometimes work for monsters.