Hans Gruber

— I have a request.
— What idiot put you in charge?
— You did... when you murdered my boss.

Well, when you steal $600, you can just disappear. When you steal 600 million, they will find you... unless they think you're already dead.

— After all your posturing, all your little speeches... you're nothing but a common thief.
— I am an exceptional thief, Mrs McClane. And since I'm moving up to kidnapping, you should be more polite.

— This time, John Wayne does not walk off into the sunset with Grace Kelly...
— That was Gary Cooper, asshole.

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

— 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.

— Touching, cowboy. Touching. Or should I call you... Mr McClane? Mr Officer John McClane... of the New York Police Department?
— Sister Theresa called me Mr McClane in the third grade. My friends call me John... and you're neither, shithead.