Die Hard (1988) - Quotes

Taglines: 40 Stories of Sheer Adventure

Taglines: 40 Stories High — with Suspense, Excitement and Adventure on every level!

Taglines: Suspense, Excitement, Adventure, On every level!

Taglines: It's Christmas Eve In L.A. And The Party Action's About To Explode... On The Fortieth Floor!

Taglines: He's the only chance anyone has got.

Taglines: Thirteen terrorists. One cop. The odds are against John McClane... That's just the way he likes it.

Taglines: High above the city of L.A. a team of terrorists has seized a building, taken hostages and declared war. One man has managed to escape. An off-duty cop hiding somewhere inside. He's alone, tired... and the only chance anyone has got.

John McClane: So that's what this is about? A fucking robbery?

Hans Gruber: [with his pistol pointed to Holly's head] Put down the gun.

John McClane: Why'd you have to nuke the whole building, Hans?

Hans Gruber: Well, when you steal $600, you can just disappear. When you steal 600 million, they will find you, unless they think you're already dead. Put down... the gun.

Hans Gruber: [to Eddie] Nein! Dies ist meins!

John McClane: You got me.

Hans Gruber: [[Grace Kelly] Still the cowboy, Mr. McClane. Americans, all alike. Well, this time John Wayne does not walk off into the sunset with ].

John McClane: [[W:Gary Cooper|Gary Cooper] That's ], asshole.

Hans Gruber: Enough jokes.

John McClane: You'd have made a pretty good cowboy yourself, Hans.

Hans Gruber: [draw his pistol away from Holly] Oh, yes. What was it you said to me before? "Yippee ki-yay, motherfucker.

Holly Gennero-McClane: [noticing Hans taking the bearer bonds] After all your posturing, all your little speeches, you're nothing but a common thief.

Hans Gruber: I am an exceptional thief, Mrs. McClane. And since I'm moving up to kidnapping, you should be more polite!

Theo: Those guys in the suits, I don't know who they are.

Hans Gruber: That's the FBI. They're ordering the others to cut the building's power. Regular as clockwork.

Theo: [grins in realization] Or a time lock.

Hans Gruber: Precisely. The circuits that cannot be cut are cut automatically in response to a terrorist incident. You asked for miracles, Theo. I give you the F...B...I...

Big Johnson: [whooping as their helicopter buzzes along just above street level] Just like fuckin Saigon! Eh, Slick?

Little Johnson: I was in junior high, dickhead!

Deputy Chief Dwayne Robinson: I got a hundred people down here and they're all covered in glass!

John McClane: Glass? Who gives a shit about glass? Who the fuck is this?

Deputy Chief Dwayne Robinson: This is Deputy Chief of Police Dwayne T. Robinson, and I am in charge of this situation.

John McClane: Oh, you're in charge? Well, I got some bad news for you, Dwayne. From up here it doesn't look like you're in charge of jack shit.

Deputy Chief Dwayne Robinson: You listen to me, you little asshole—

John McClane: Asshole"? I'm not the one who just got butt-fucked on national TV, Dwayne! Now, you listen to me, jerk-off. If you're not a part of the solution, you're a part of the problem. Quit being a part of the fuckin problem and put the other guy back on!

Sergeant Al Powell: [over radio] Hey, John? John McClane, you still with us?

John McClane: [[W. C. Fields|all things being equal, I'd rather be in Philadelphia] Yeah. But ]. Chalk up two more bad guys.

Sergeant Al Powell: Well, the boys down here will be glad to hear that. You know we got a pool going on you.

John McClane: What kind of odds am I getting?

Sergeant Al Powell: You don't wanna know.

John McClane: Put me down for twenty, I'm good for it.

Ginny: [Karl smashes a table of glasses in fury] God, that man looks really pissed.

Holly Gennero-McClane: [smiling] He's still alive.

Ginny: What?

Holly Gennero-McClane: Only John can drive somebody that crazy.

Hans Gruber: I thought I told all of you, I want radio silence until further no--

John McClane: Ooh, I'm very sorry Hans. I didn't get that message. Maybe you should've put it on the bulletin board. I figured since I've waxed Tony and Marco and his friend here, I figured you and Karl and Franco might be a little lonely, so I decided to give you a call.

Karl Vreski: [to Hans; Hans shushes Karl, then back to his walkie-talkie] How does he know so much about--?

Hans Gruber: That's very kind of you. I assume you are our mysterious party crasher. You are most troublesome for a security guard.

John McClane: [imitates buzzer; [w:Jeopardy!#Double Jeopardy! Round|Double Jeopardy; reaches into a terrorist's backpack, and pulls out a box of cigarettes] Sorry, Hans, wrong guess. Would you like to go for ] where the scores can really change? Hmm, these are very bad for you.

Hans Gruber: Who are you, then?

John McClane: [pulls out an explosive from a terrorist's backpack] Just a fly in the ointment, Hans. The monkey in the wrench. The pain in the ass. Whoa.

Hans Gruber: [Karl and Franco leave as McClane puts the explosive in his backpack before picking up his gun before walking away] Check on all the others. Don’t use the radio. See if he’s lying about Marco and find out that anyone else is missing. Mr. Mystery Guest? Are you still there?

John McClane: Yeah, I'm still here. Unless you wanna open the front door for me.

Hans Gruber: [[John Wayne; [John Rambo|Rambo; [w:Marshal Matt Dillon|Marshall Dillon] Uh, no, I'm afraid not. But you have me at a loss. You know my name, but who are you? Just another American who saw too many movies as a child? Another orphan of a bankrupt culture who thinks he's ]? ]? ]?

John McClane: [[w:Roy Rogers|Roy Rogers] I was always kinda partial to ], actually. I really liked those sequined shirts.

Hans Gruber: Do you really think you have a chance against us, Mister Cowboy?

John McClane: [quietly; walks through a door and out of sight] Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker.

John McClane: [calling the police on a radio taken from the terrorists] Mayday, Mayday, emergency, anyone copy, channel nine. Terrorists have seized the Nakatomi Building, and are holding at least 30 people hostage. I repeat, unknown number of terrorists, six or more armed with automatic weapons at Nakatomi Plaza, Century City. Somebody answer me, Goddamn it!

First LAPD Operator: [to other operator] It's the same address as that fire signal.

Second LAPD Operator: [to McClane] I'll take this. Attention, whoever you are: this frequency is reserved for emergency calls only.

John McClane: No fuckin shit, lady! Do I sound like I'm orderin a pizza?! They have already killed one hostage, they are fortifying their positions while you're jerkin me off on a radio! Now send the police down ASAP...

Second LAPD Operator: [interrupting] Sir, I've already told you: this is a reserved channel. If this is an emergency call, dial 911 on your telephone. Otherwise, I'll report this as an FCC violation.

John McClane: Fine, report me! Come the fuck down here and arrest me! Just send the police now!

Second LAPD Operator: See if a black-and-white can drive by.

Marco: You are done now! No more table! Where are you going, pal?! Next time you have a chance to kill someone, don't hesitate.

John McClane: Thanks for the advice.

John McClane: [after dropping Marco's body onto Powell's car] Welcome to the party, pal!