Live Free or Die Hard (2007) - Quotes

Taglines: Yippee Ki Yay Mo - John 6:27

Thomas Gabriel: On your tombstone, it should read, "Always in the wrong place at the wrong time"!

John McClane: How about, "Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker"?!

Agent Johnson: Special Agent Johnson, We'll take the sedan.

John McClane: Agent Johnson?

Agent Johnson: That's right. This way please.

John McClane: [under his breath, remembering the two Agents Johnson at [[Die Hard (film)|Nakatomi] Great...

Thomas Gabriel: Mai, talk to me. What's going on?

John McClane: Mai? Oh yeah, the scrawny little Asian chick, likes to kick people? I don't think she's going to be talking to anyone for a very long time. Last time I saw her, she was at the bottom of an elevator shaft with an SUV rammed up her ass. Listen, jackass; your fire sale is over. Just pack up your little circus, or I'm gonna come and I'm gonna kick your ass.

Thomas Gabriel: [seethingly] You. Have no idea. Who I am, or what. I am capable of! When I'm finished here - and I promise it'll be soon! - I will focus. All my attention. On you! You want to make things personal, fine!

John McClane: [checking out a Boba Fett stand-up poster] Nice poster.

Warlock: What, like you a big fan of The Fett?

John McClane: No. I was always more of a Star Wars kinda guy.

Warlock: [Annoyed and disbelieving at McClane's stupidity] A "Star Wars kinda guy"?!

John F. Kennedy: My fellow Americans:

Ronald Reagan: It is time to

Harry S. Truman: strike

George W. Bush: fear

George H. W. Bush: into

Franklin D. Roosevelt: the minds of

George W. Bush: the citizenry.

Molina: [from the mobile command center] It's an unauthorized broadcast.

John F. Kennedy: Ask not what your country can do

George W. Bush: to avert

Bill Clinton: this

Jimmy Carter: crisis. The answer is

Harry S. Truman: nothing whatsoever.

George W. Bush: Our military

Ronald Reagan: strength

Richard Nixon: is

Ronald Reagan: in

Bill Clinton: this

George W. Bush: case

Harry S. Truman: useless!

George H. W. Bush: Read my lips:

Ronald Reagan: The

George W. Bush: great

Jimmy Carter: confident

Richard Nixon: roar

George W. Bush: of

Ronald Reagan: the American progress

Lyndon B. Johnson: and

Gerald Ford: growth

George W. Bush: has

Franklin D. Roosevelt: come

Harry Truman: to

Richard Nixon: an end.

George W. Bush: All the

Harry S. Truman: vital

Bill Clinton: technology

Richard Nixon: that

George W. Bush: this

Lyndon B. Johnson: nation

Gerald Ford: holds

Franklin Roosevelt: dear -

John F. Kennedy: all

Bill Clinton: communication,

Gerald Ford: transportation,

Bill Clinton: the Internet connectivity,

George W. Bush: electrical power,

John F. Kennedy: critical

Bill Clinton: utilities -

Lyndon B. Johnson: Their

Ronald Reagan: fate

George W. Bush: now

Franklin D. Roosevelt: rests

Ronald Reagan: in

Richard Nixon: our

George W. Bush: [[George W. Bush#Freedom and_Fear Are at_War (September 2001)|We will not tire. We will not falter. And we will not fail.] hands. ]

Molina: I don't know how they're getting in.

George W. Bush: Thank you.

Richard Nixon: And a

George W. Bush: happy Independence Day

Dwight D. Eisenhower: to everyone.

Casper: [impressed] That was creepy!

Trey: I tried to find more Nixon.

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.

John McClane: Bowman. Bowman, did you see that? Bowman! It's a fake!

Miguel Bowman: I see it. Thank God. McClane.

John McClane: Bowman.

Miguel Bowman: Satellite's down.

John McClane: [sees Farrell's leg wound; notices Farrell looking at his daughter Lucy] Hey, chicks dig scars. Not that one.

John McClane: [taunts Thomas Gabriel] I know I'm not as smart as you guys at all this computer shit. But, hey... I'm still alive, ain't I? I mean, you've GOT to be running out of bad guys by now, right? Huh? Gabriel? Honestly, you can tell me. I mean, how does that work? Got some kind of service or something? Some kind of 800 number? 1-800-HENCHMEN? Oh, you know what? I bet you're still on hold with, "Can I get another dead Asian hooker bitch over here right away?