Die Hard – Movie Quotes

Yipee-ki-yay, motherfucker!

Yes. Hello, baby. Come to Papa. Come on. Ah-ha-ha-ha! Come on, baby. Come on, baby. Come on, baby. Come to Papa. I'll kiss your fuckin' Dalmatian.

«When Alexander saw the breadth of his domain, he wept for there were no more worlds to conquer». The benefits of a classical education.

Listen up, guys. 'Twas the night before Christmas... and all through the house... not a creature was stirring, except... the four assholes coming in the rear in standard... two-by-two cover formation.

You asked for miracles, Theo? I give you the F-B-I.

— I'm Agent Johnson. This is Special Agent Johnson.
— Oh, how you doing?
— No relation.
— I'm, uh... I'm Dwayne Robinson, LAPD. I'm in charge here.
— Not any more.

Hey, babe, I negotiate million dollar deals for breakfast.

Who's driving this car — Stevie Wonder?

— Hey, Holly. What about dinner tonight?
— Harry, it's Christmas Eve. Families, stockings... Chestnuts? Rudolph and Frosty? Any of these things ring a bell?
— Actually, I was thinking more of mulled wine, a nice, aged Brie... and a roaring fireplace. You know what I'm saying?

— Yee-hah! Just like fucking Saigon, eh, Slick?
— I was in junior high, dickhead.

— Something had to get you off the street. What's the matter?
— You don't think a desk job is a noble effort for a cop?
— No.
— I had an accident.
— The way you drive, I can see why. What'd you do? Run over your captain's foot with the car?

— You throw quite a party. I didn't realize they celebrated Christmas in Japan.
— Hey, we're flexible. Pearl Harbor didn't work out so we got you with tape decks.

— You don't like flying, do you?
— What gives you that idea?
— You wanna know the secret to surviving air travel? After you get where you're going, take off your shoes and socks. Then you walk around on the rug barefoot and make fists with your toes.
— Fists with your toes?
— 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.
— OK. [the businessman sees a gun in McClane's pocket] It's OK. I'm a cop. Trust me. I've been doing this for eleven years.

— I told you all I wanted radio silence until...
— I'm sorry, Hans. I didn't get that message. Maybe you should have put it on a bulletin board? I figured since I waxed Tony, Marco and his friend... you and Karl and Franco might be lonely so I wanted to give you a call.
— That's very kind of you. I assume you are our mysterious party crasher. You are troublesome... for a security guard.
— Eeeh! Sorry, Hans. Wrong guess. Would you like to go for double jeopardy? Mm, these are very bad for you.
— Who are you, then?
— Just the fly in the ointment, Hans. The monkey in the wrench, the pain in the ass.

— Going in? That's crazy! There could be over 30 hostages in there for all we know.
— We don't know shit, Powell. If there's hostages, how come there are no ransom demands? If there's terrorists in there, where's their list of demands? All we know is that
somebody shot your car up. It's probably the same silly son of a bitch you've been talking to on that radio.
— Excuse me, sir... but what about the body that fell out the window?
— Who the hell knows? Maybe a stockbroker got depressed.

— Powell, has it occurred to you he could be one of the terrorists or some nutcase in there?
— I don't think so. In fact, I think he's a cop... maybe not LAPD, but he's definitely a badge.
— How do you know that?
— A hunch... things he said like being able to spot a phoney ID.
— Jesus Christ, Powell! He could be a bartender for all we know!