Die Hard (1988)
Agent Johnson: I'm Agent Johnson, this is Special Agent Johnson. No relation.
Hans Gruber: This time John Wayne does not walk off into the sunset with Grace Kelly. Detective John McClane: That was Gary Cooper, asshole.
Agent Johnson: Figure we take out the terrorists. Lose twenty, twenty-five percent of the hostages. Special Agent Johnson: I can live with that.
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.
Dwayne T. Robinson: We're gonna need some more FBI guys I guess.
Detective John McClane: Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker!
[In a small air duct] Detective John McClane: Now I know what a TV dinner feels like.
Hans Gruber: What idiot put you in charge? Holly Gennero McClane: You did. When you murdered my boss.
Harry Ellis: Hey babe, I negotiate million dollar deals for breakfast. I think I can handle this Eurotrash!
Theo: Oh my God, the quarterback is toast.
Detective 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] Detective John McClane: C'mon baby, come ta' papa, I'll kiss ya' fuckin' dalmatian!
[Stealing the dead terrorist's shoes.] Detective John McClane: A hundred million terrorists in the world and I gotta kill one with feet smaller than my sister.
[McClane tries to call up police] Supervisor: Attention, whoever you are. This channel is reserved for emergency calls only... Detective John McClane: No fucking shit, lady! Do I sound like I'm ordering a pizza?
[Reading what McClane wrote on the dead terrorist's shirt.] Hans Gruber: "Now I have a machine gun. Ho ho ho."
Hans 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.
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. Sergeant 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.
[About McClane.] Sergeant Al Powell: In fact, I think he's a cop. Maybe not LAPD, but he's definitely a badge. Dwayne T. Robinson: How do you know that? Sergeant Al Powell: A hunch, things he said. Like being able to spot a phony ID. Dwayne T. Robinson: Jesus Christ, Powell, he could be a fucking bartender for all we know!
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.
Detective John McClane: [recalls his wife's invitation] Come out to the coast, we'll get together, have a few laughs...
Detective John McClane: Take *this* under advisement, jerkweed!