— Attention, whoever you are, this channel is reserved for emergency calls only.
— No fucking shit, lady! Do I sound like I'm ordering a pizza?!

— We'll be back to pick you up in 15 minutes.
— Take your time. I expect to be dead in four.

One question, Carmine: Which sets off the metal detectors first: The shit in your brains, or the lead in your ass?

— I saw the stiff. Word is that was your handiwork.
— Nah. I do needlepoint.

— Pretty lucky shot, huh?
— Oh yeah lucky! Jesus, you just killed a helicopter with a car.
— I was out of bullets.

— Officer McClane.
— That is Detective McClane, asshole.

— Hey, Roy, how you feeling?
— Pretty fucking unappreciated, Al.

Nine million terrorists in the world... and I gotta kill one with feet smaller than my sister.

— I am tired and I am going for bed. Alone.
— You are damn right alone.

Now I know what a TV dinner feels like.

— Do you know what you get for being a hero? Nothing! You get shot at. Pat on the back, bla bla bla. That a boy! You get divorced... Your wife can't remember your last name, kids don't want to talk to you... You get to eat a lot of meals by yourself. Trust me kid, nobody wants to be that guy.
— Then why you doing this?
— Because there is nobody else to do it right now. Believe me if there was somebody else to do it i would let them do it. There's not, so we're doing it.
— That's what makes you that guy.

— Can I see some identification, please? Yeah, sure. Detective!
— Yeah that looks real.
— Where did you get that? Toys R Us?

She heard me saying «I love you» a thousand times, she never heard me saying I'm sorry.

— I am not a doctor, but you look like you are hurt.
— Yes, sexy, right?

— Why'd you bring a cop into my Command Centre?
— Command Centre?! It is a basement.
— It is a Command Centre!

— How about twenty dollars?
— How about I let you live?
— Man knows how to bargain...