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Die Hard (1988)
Plot Summary for
Die Hard
Tough New York cop John McClane finds himself in a tight situation when an office building in
Los Angeles is taken over by terrorists. Apart from himself, everyone else in the building -
including his wife - is held at gunpoint while their captors spell out their demands. The F.B.I.
are called in to survey the situation, but John McClane has other plans for the terrorists...
Memorable Quotes from
Die Hard
[McClane's seatmate notices his nervousness.]
Businessman: Wanna know the secret to surviving air travel? After you get where you're going, take off your shoes and your socks, and you walk around on the rug barefoot and make fists with your toes.
>John McClane<: Fists with your toes?
Businessman: [chuckles] I know, I know, it sounds crazy. Trust me. I've been doing it for nine years.
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Ellis: Hey babe, I negotiate million dollar deals for breakfast. I think I can handle this Eurotrash!
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Theo: Oh my God, the quarterback is toast.
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>John McClane<: You throw quite a party. I didn't realize they celebrated Christmas in Japan.
Takagi: Hey, we're flexible. Pearl Harbor didn't work out so we got you with tape decks.
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Takagi: You want money? What kind of terrorists are you?
Hans Gruber: Who said we were terrorists?
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[McClane watches fire trucks approach the building]
>John McClane<: C'mon baby, come ta' papa, I'll kiss ya' fuckin' dalmatian!
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[Stealing the dead terrorist's shoes.]
>John McClane<: A hundred million terrorists in the world and I gotta kill one with feet smaller than my sister.
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[McClane tries to call up police]
Supervisor: Attention, whoever you are. This channel is reserved for emergency calls only...
>John McClane<: No fucking shit, lady! Do I sound like I'm ordering a pizza?
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[Hans' radio turns on]
Hans: I thought I told all of you, I want radio silence until further--
>John McClane<: Ooooh, 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.
Hans: Eh, that's... very kind of you, considering you are a mysterious party crasher. You are most troublesome, for a security guard.
>John McClane<: Bzzzt! Sorry Hans, wrong guess. Would you like to go for Double Jeopardy where the scores can really change? [Indicating cigarettes in dead man's pocket] Whoa, these are very bad for you.
Hans: Who are you then?
>John McClane<: Just a fly in the ointment, Hans. The monkey in the wrench. The pain in the ass.
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[On the radio.]
Hans: Mister Mystery Guest? Are you still there?
>John McClane<: Yeah, I'm still here. Unless you wanna open the front door for me.
Hans: 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 Wayne? Rambo? Marshall Dillon?
>John McClane<: Was always kinda' partial to Roy Rogers actually. I really dig those sequined shirts.
Hans: Do you really think you have a chance against us, Mister Cowboy?
>John McClane<: Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker!
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Gruber: "When Alexander saw the breadth of his domain, he wept for there were no more worlds to conquer." The benefits of a classical education.
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Dwayne T. Robinson: We don't know shit, Powell. If there's hostages in there, how come no one's come to us with ransom demands? If there's terrorists in there, where's their list of demands? All we know is that whoever shot your car up is probably the same silly sonofabitch you've been talking to on that radio.
Sgt. Al Powell: Excuse me sir! But what about the body that fell out the window?
Dwayne T. Robinson: Well who knows? Maybe some stockbroker, got depressed.
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Hans Gruber: I wanted this to be professional. Efficient, adroit, cooperative, not a lot to ask. Alas, your Mr. Takagi did not see it that way, so he won't be joining us for the rest of his life.
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>John McClane< recalls his wife's invitation: Come out to the coast, we'll get together, have a few laughs...
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>John McClane<: Take *this* under advisement, jerkweed!
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Agent Johnson: I'm Agent Johnson, this is Special Agent Johnson. No relation.
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Hans Gruber: This time John Wayne does not walk off into the sunset with Grace Kelly.
>John McClane<: That was Gary Cooper, asshole.
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Agent Johnson: Figure we take out the terrorists. Lose twenty, twenty-five percent of the hostages.
Special Agent Johnson: I can live with that.
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Holly Gennero McClane: After all your posturing, all your 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.
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Deputy Chief of Police Dwayne T. Robinson: We're gonna need some more FBI guys I guess.
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>John McClane<: Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker!
Memorable Sound clips:
Some Laughs 35kb
Yippie Kie Yey 34kb
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