Movie: Die hard (Die Hard)

She heard a thousand times, as I said "I love you" but never hear me say "sorry".

Thanks, Bercy. What would I do without you.
I have no idea.

- Attention Mr. Cowboy, or do I have to tell you... McClane, Mr. McClane. Detective John McClane from the police Department of new York.
A nun called me Mr. McClane. My friends call me John, not you asshole. For you I scrap in your ass.

Son of a bitch! Fist with your pursed fingers...

[look at the abuse of the terrorists in deep discussion]
- What do you think?
- Something wrong...
- The cops?
[pause] - John. It's definitely his work.
- John? My God, he's ***is all this crap! He was going to fuck the whole pack. What the hell was he thinking, what is he doing?
- His work!
- His work? Nonsense! His work three thousand miles away. Without him, we still have a chance to get out of here.
- Tell that to Takagi.

- What are you fuck doing? I have here a hundred people and they all sprinkled with broken glass.
Glass? Who pushes shit about glass? Who ***at it?
- This is Deputy chief Dwayne T. Robinson, and I am in charge here.
- Oh, you're in charge? Well, I'll tell the news for you *Dwayne*, from up here it looks like you're running a bunch of shit.
- Listen to me, you little shit...
- Asshole? I'm not the one who just got buttfucked on national TV, *Dwayne*. Now you listen to me, asshole, if you are not part of the solution, you're part of the problem. Stop being part of the fucking problem and put the other guy!

Business is business. You can use the gun, I use a fountain pen. What's the difference?

- Actually, I think he's a COP. Maybe not SWAT LAPD, but he's definitely familiar.
- How do you know that?
- A guess. Feeling, as he said it. The fact that he can spot a phony at first sight.
Jesus Christ, Powell, he could be a damn good bartender for the knowledge of all these signs.

We don't know shit, Powell. If there's hostages, why didn't anyone come to us with ransom demands? If there's terrorists, where's their list of demands? All we know is that whoever shot Your car, probably the same silly son of a bitch, with whom you spoke on the radio.
- Excuse me, sir. But how about the body that fell out the window?
- Well, who knows? Perhaps a stock broker fell into a depression. And went out of the window.

- I thought I told all of you, I want radio silence until further... [Hans includes radio, he heard the sounds settings]
- Oh, I'm sorry, Hans. I have not received this message. Maybe you had to leave it on the Bulletin Board. I figured since I waxed Tony and Marco and his friend here, I figured you and Karl and Franco might be a little lonely, so I decided to call you.
Yes, it's... very nice of you, considering you mysterious intruder. You are most troublesome, for a security guard.
- BZ-z-ZT. I'm sorry, Hans, wrong guess. Would you like to go for double jeopardy where the scores can really change? [Pointing to the cigarette in the pocket of the deceased and voicing a warning about the dangers of Smoking] Wow, this is very bad for you.
- Who are you then?
Just a fly in the ointment, Hans. The monkey in the wrench. Pain in the ass.

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

- You don't like flying, isn't it?
- What makes you think that?
- You want to know the secret to surviving air travel? Once you arrive to where you are going to remove your shoes and socks, begin to walk on the carpet bare feet and drawing the toes into fists.
- Hands?
I know it sounds silly. Trust me, I've done it for nine years. Yes, it's better than a shower and a hot Cup of coffee.
Okay. [the businessman sees a gun in McClane's pocket] It's okay. I'm a COP. Believe me, I have been doing this for eleven years.
- You don't like flying, do you?
- What gives you that idea?
- You want to 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.
- Fists with your toes?
- I know, it sounds crazy. Trust me, I've been doing it for nine years. Yessir, better than a shower and a hot cup of coffee.
OK [ the businessman sees a gun in McClane''s pocket ] I'm a cop. Trust me, I've been doing this for eleven years.

Hey, baby, I make deals worth millions of dollars at Breakfast.
Hey, babe, I negotiate million dollar deals for breakfast.

You throw quite a party. I didn't know that you celebrate Christmas in Japan.
Hey, we're flexible. With pearl Harbor didn't work out so we got you with tape decks and tape recorders.
- 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.