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Quotes from Die Hard

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    • [first lines]
    • Businessman: You don't like flying, do you?
    • John McClane: What gives you that idea?
    • Businessman: You wanna know the secret to surviving air travel? After you get where you're going, take off your shoes and your socks then walk around on the rug bare foot and make fists with your toes.
    • John McClane: Fists with your toes?
    • Businessman: I know, I know, it sounds crazy. Trust me, I've been doing it for nine years. Yes sir, better than a shower and a hot cup of coffee.
    • John McClane: Okay.
    • [the businessman sees John's gun]
    • John McClane: It's okay, I'm a cop. Trust me, I've been doing this for eleven years.
    • Harry Ellis: Hey babe, I negotiate million dollar deals for breakfast. I think I can handle this Eurotrash.
    • [laughing as a LAPD SWAT armored vehicle is hit with a missile]
    • Theo: Oh my God, the quarterback is TOAST!
    • John McClane: You throw quite a party. I didn't realize they celebrated Christmas in Japan.
    • Joseph Takagi: Hey, we're flexible. Pearl Harbor didn't work out so we got you with tape decks.
    • Joseph Takagi: You want money? What kind of terrorists are you?
    • Hans Gruber: Who said we were terrorists?
    • [McClane watches fire trucks approach the building]
    • John McClane: C'mon baby, come ta' papa, I'll kiss ya' fuckin' dalmatian.
    • [stealing Tony's shoes]
    • John McClane: Nine million terrorists in the world and I gotta kill one with feet smaller than my sister.
    • [Reading what McClane wrote on the dead terrorist's shirt]
    • Hans Gruber: "Now I have a machine gun. Ho ho ho."
    • Hans Gruber: "And when Alexander saw the breadth of his domain, he wept, for there were no more worlds to conquer." Benefits of a classical education.
    • [addressing the hostages]
    • Hans Gruber: I wanted this to be professional, efficient, adult, 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. We can go any way you want it. You can walk out of here or be carried out. But have no illusions. We are in charge. So, decide now, each of you. And please remember: we have left nothing to chance.
    • [during a shootout with McClane, who is barefoot]
    • Hans Gruber: Karl, schieß dem Fenster
    • [sic]
    • [Karl gives Hans a puzzled look. Exasperated, Hans repeats it in English]
    • Hans Gruber: *Shoot* the *glass!*
    • Tony: The fire has been called off, my friend. No one is coming to help you. You might as well come out and join the others. I promise I won't hurt you.
    • [huddled in an air vent, recalls his wife's invitation]
    • John McClane: "Come out to the coast, we'll get together, have a few laughs..."
    • [When he drops a chair wired with C4 down an elevator shaft]
    • John McClane: Let's see you take *this* under advisement, jerkweed!
    • FBI Agent Johnson: I'm Agent Johnson, this is Special Agent Johnson.
    • Dwayne T. Robinson: Oh, how you doin'?
    • FBI Agent Johnson: No relation.
    • FBI Special Agent Johnson: Figure we take out the terrorists. Lose twenty, twenty-five percent of the hostages, tops.
    • FBI Agent Johnson: I can live with that.
    • Holly Gennero McClane: 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.
    • Dwayne T. Robinson: We're gonna need some more FBI guys, I guess.
    • [while crawling through a narrow ventilation shaft]
    • John McClane: Now I know what a TV dinner feels like.
    • Holly Gennero McClane: I have a request.
    • Holly Gennero McClane: Relax. She's not due for a couple of weeks. Sitting on that rock isn't doing her back any good, so I would like permission to move her to one of the office where there's a sofa.
    • Hans Gruber: No, but I'll have a sofa brought out to you. Good enough?
    • Holly Gennero McClane: Good enough, and unless you like it messy, I'd start bringing us in groups to the bathroom.
    • Hans Gruber: Yes... you're right, it will be done.
    • Hans Gruber: What idiot put you in charge?
    • Holly Gennero McClane: You did.
    • [Hans looks at her]
    • Holly Gennero McClane: When you murdered my boss. Now everybody's looking to me. Personally, I'd pass on the job. I don't enjoy being this close to you.
    • [long pause]
    • Hans Gruber: Go on.
    • Holly Gennero McClane: We have a pregnant woman out there.
    • [Hans looks disturbed]
    • Hans Gruber: Now, you *can* break the code?
    • Theo: You didn't bring me along for my charming personality.
    • John McClane: Welcome to the party, pal.
    • Karl: No one kills him but me!
    • Sergeant Al Powell: I shot a kid. He was 13 years old. Ohhh, it was dark, I couldn't see him. He had a ray gun, looked real enough. You know, when you're a rookie, they can teach you everything about bein' a cop except how to live with a mistake. Anyway, I just couldn't bring myself to draw my gun on anybody again.
    • Hans Gruber: Nice suit. John Phillips, London. I have two myself. Rumor has it Arafat buys his there.
    • [Watching Hans fall to his death from the 30th floor]
    • Dwayne T. Robinson: Oh, I hope that's not a hostage.
    • [Karl smashes a table of glasses in fury]
    • Ginny: God. That man looks *really* pissed.
    • Holly Gennero McClane: He's still alive.
    • Ginny: What?
    • Holly Gennero McClane: Only John can drive somebody that crazy.
    • [on the phone]
    • FBI Special Agent Johnson: This is agent Johnson. No, the other one.
    • [to Takagi]
    • Hans Gruber: I'm going to count to three, there will not be a four. Give me the code.
    • [last lines]
    • John McClane: Merry Christmas, Argyle.
    • Argyle: Merry Christmas.
    • [to the camera]
    • Richard Thornburg: Did ya get that?
    • [Argyle shuts the limo door]
    • Argyle: If this is their idea of Christmas, I *gotta* be here for New Year's.
    • [Hans, Theo, and Kristoff stare in awe as the vault opens]
    • Theo: Merry Christmas.
    • [Trying to get the German Terrorist's attention]
    • Harry Ellis: Hey, sprechen ze talk?
    • [Hans is threatening to kill Takagi if he doesn't divulge the code to the vault]
    • Takagi: I don't know it, I'm telling you. Get on a jet to Tokyo and ask the Chairman. I'm telling you, you're just going to have to kill me.
    • Hans Gruber: Okay.
    • [shoots Takagi in the head]
    • Hans Gruber: We do it the hard way.
    • Argyle: Well, why didn't you come with her man? What's up?
    • John McClane: 'Cause I'm a New York cop. I got a six-month backlog on New York scumbags I'm still trying to put behind bars. I can't just pick up and go that easy.
    • [McClane, before jumping from the roof]
    • John McClane: I promise I will never even *think* about going up in a tall building again. Oh, God. Please don't let me die.
    • Hans: Mr. Takagi, I could talk about industrialization and men's fashion all day, but I'm afraid work must intrude, and my associate, Theo, has some questions for you. Sort of fill in the blanks questions, actually.
    • Gail Wallens: Author of "Hostage Terrorist, Terrorist Hostage: A Study in Duality." Dr. Hasseldorf, what can we expect in the next few hours?
    • Dr. Hasseldorf: Well, Gail, by this time the hostages should be going through the early stages of the Helsinki Syndrome.
    • Harvey Johnson: As in Helsinki, Sweden.
    • Dr. Hasseldorf: Finland.
    • John McClane: Happy trails, Hans.
    • [holding a gun to McClane's head, takes his radio]
    • Karl: We are both professionals. This is personal.
    • [smashes the radio]
    • Fritz: They're using artillery on us!
    • Hans Gruber: You idiot, it's not the police. It's *him*!
    • [referring to McClane]
    • John McClane: But, all things being equal, I'd rather be in Philadelphia.
    • Argyle: Just remember that when you sign for the tip.
    • [referring to McClane]
    • FBI Agent Johnson: He's inside? Who is he?
    • Dwayne T. Robinson: Well, he might be a cop. I don't know, we're checking on that.
    • FBI Special Agent Johnson: One of yours?
    • Dwayne T. Robinson: No. No way.
    • Hans Gruber: 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.
    • Hans Gruber: When they touch down, we'll blow the roof, they'll spend a month sifting through rubble, and by the time they figure out what went wrong, we'll be sitting on a beach, earning twenty percent.
    • John McClane: Who's driving this car, Stevie Wonder?
    • [sees LAPD SWAT armored vehicle approaching]
    • Theo: Wait a minute, wait a minute. What have we here, gentlemen? The police have themselves an RV. Southeast corner.
    • [after entering the room where Gruber retains Holly]
    • John McClane: Hi, honey.
    • Cop: Sir, the FBI is here.
    • Dwayne T. Robinson: Oh, the FBI is here, now?
    • Cop: Yes, sir. Right over there.
    • Dwayne T. Robinson: Hold this.
    • [straightens his jacket]
    • Sergeant Al Powell: Want a breath mint?
    • [Pulling a gun on Holly]
    • Hans: Mrs. McClane. How nice to make your acquaintance.
    • [upon seeing Marco arrive, suspense music plays]
    • John McClane: Freeze m*th*rf*cker!
    • Marco: You a dog now. Where you going pal? Soon there will be no more table.
    • [empties his clip and jams a fresh one in]
    • Marco: Next time you have a chance to kill someone, don't hesitate.
    • [prepares to start shooting again when...]
    • [fires upwards several times riddling Marco with bullets. Marco drops dead on the table with bullets and wood splinters in him]
    • John McClane: Thanks for the advice.
    • [panicking]
    • Marco: Oh God! Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
    • John McClane: Drop the gun!
    • [starts to do so]
    • Marco: Ok! But don't shoot! Don't shoot!
    • John McClane: Put it on the ground!
    • [still doing so but very slowly]
    • Marco: I know! But don't shoot! Don't shoot!
    • [music changes to a climatic theme as Heinrich comes in]
    • Heinrich: Marco duck!
    • [John easily shoots Heinrich but Marco manages to take cover. John then hides under a long conference table]
    • [after a quick scene change Marco is on the table shooting it as he walks down it]
    • [Getting out a pack of cigarettes]
    • John McClane: Do you smoke?
    • [Quickly thinks of a name which he got from a nearby Bulletin board]
    • Hans Gruber: Clay. Bill Clay.
    • [Takes out his handgun]
    • John McClane: You now how to use a handgun, Bill?
    • Hans Gruber: I spent a weekend at a combat ranch. You know where they shoot red paint, but it sounds stupid to you.
    • John McClane: Well, time for the real thing, Bill. All you gotta do is pull the trigger.
    • [while mimicing a hostage]
    • Hans Gruber: Yeah.
    • [McClane hands him the pack of cigarettes]
    • Hans Gruber: Thanks. Now, you don't work for Nakatomi, and you're not one of them.
    • John McClane: I'm a cop from New York.
    • Hans Gruber: New York?
    • John McClane: Yeah. I got invited to the Christmas party by mistake. Who knew.
    • [laughs]
    • John McClane: Better being caught with your pants down, huh? I'm John McClane, and you are?
    • Hans Gruber: Due to the Nakatomi Corporation's legacy of greed around the globe, they are about to be taught a lesson in the real use of power. You will be witnesses.
    • Hans Gruber: If you'd listened to me, he would be neutralised already.
    • Karl: I don't want neutral. I want dead.
    • [Karl and Theo pull up in their car and come through the revolving door]
    • Theo: So Kareem rebounds, right? Feeds Worthy on the break, over to A.C., to Magic, then back to Worthy! Right?
    • [Karl shoots and kills the desk guard with a perfectly timed aim]
    • Theo: BOOM! Two points!
    • [Theo jumps over the desk and pushes the guard's body down, then grabs his walkie-talkie]
    • Theo: We're in.
    • [after being kissed on the face by a stranger on a party]
    • John McClane: Jesus! Fuckin' California!
    • [over radio]
    • Sergeant Al Powell: Hey, John? John McClane you still with us?
    • Sergeant Al Powell: What the hell you talking about, man.
    • John McClane: Something had to get you off the street.
    • Sergeant Al Powell: What's the matter? You don't think jockeying papers around a desk is a noble effort for a cop?
    • John McClane: No...
    • Sergeant Al Powell: I had an accident.
    • John McClane: The way you drive, I can see why. What'd you do? Run over your captains foot with the car?
    • Sergeant Al Powell: I shot a kid. He was 13 years old. Oh, it was dark, I couldn't see him, he had a ray gun, looked real enough. You know when you're a rookie they can teach you everything about being a cop, except how to live with a mistake. Anyway, I just couldn't bring myself to draw my gun on anyone again.
    • John McClane: ...Sorry man.
    • John McClane: Yeah. But all things being equal, I'd rather be in Philadelphia. Chalk up two more bad guys.
    • [Begins removing glass from foot]
    • 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.
    • [pulls shard of glass from foot]
    • John McClane: . Hey pal, you got flat feet?
    • Hans Gruber: Theo, are we on schedule?
    • Theo: One more to go then it's up to you. And you better be right, because it looks like this last one is going to take a miracle.
    • Hans Gruber: It's Christmas, Theo. It's the time of miracles. So be of good cheer... and call me when you hit the last lock.
    • Sergeant Al Powell: Hey Roy, how you feeling?
    • John McClane: Pretty fuckin' unappreciated, Al.
    • Hans Gruber: Now, where is Mr. Takagi? Joseph Yoshinobu Takagi, born in Kyoto, Japan, 1937. Family immigrated to San Pedro , California, 1939. Interned Manzanar, 1942 to 43. Scholarship student University of California, 1955. Law degree, Stanford, 1962. MBA , Harvard, 1970. President, Nakatomi Corporation. Chairman, Nakatomi Investment Group...
    • [interrupting]
    • Joseph Takagi: Enough!
    • [concluding]
    • Hans Gruber: and father of five.
    • Joseph Takagi: I am Takagi!
    • Hans Gruber: I'm going to count to three, there won't be a four... Give me the code.
    • Holly Gennero McClane: You'll have to forgive Ellis. He gets very depressed this time of year. He thought he was God's greatest gift. You know?
    • John McClane: Yeah, I know the type. I think he's got his eye on you.
    • Holly Gennero McClane: That's okay. I have my eye on his private bathroom.
    • [walks up to the counter with an armful of Twinkies, the clerk checks him out]
    • Convenience Store Clerk: Thought you guys just ate donuts.
    • [chuckles]
    • Sergeant Al Powell: They're for my wife.
    • [disbelieving but going along with it]
    • Convenience Store Clerk: Yeah.
    • Sergeant Al Powell: She's pregnant.
    • [still playing along]
    • Convenience Store Clerk: Yeah.
    • Sergeant Al Powell: Bag it.
    • Convenience Store Clerk: Big time.
    • [hearing police sirens outside]
    • Harry Ellis: I never thought I'd love to hear that sound.
    • [Argyle turns on the radio in the limousine and Run DMC's "Christmas in Hollis" is playing]
    • Argyle: Hey, that'll work.
    • John McClane: Don't you got any Christmas music?
    • Argyle: This *is* Christmas music!
    • [over radio]
    • Hans Gruber: Theo? Theo!
    • Theo: Yo!
    • Hans Gruber: We may have some problems. How's our schedule?
    • Theo: Three down, four to go.
    • Hans Gruber: Then don't waste time talking to me.
    • [signs off]
    • Sergeant Al Powell: If you are what I think you are then you'll know when to shut up, when to listen... and when to pray.
    • [John has a gun to Tony's head]
    • John McClane: Freeze, it's the police.
    • Tony: You won't hurt me.
    • John McClane: Oh yeah, why's that?
    • Tony: You're a police man. There are rules for police men.
    • John McClane: That's what my captain keeps telling me.
    • [a fight ensues]
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