Alik: Do you know what I hate about the Americans? Everything. Especially cowboys.
Jack McClane: [looking out the window] John!
John McClane: What do you got?
Jack McClane: A big old bird!
Komarov: I don't want my life back.
Jack McClane: Gimme your phone.
[John hands Jack his phone. Jack stomps on it repeatedly]
John McClane: ...it's a two year contract on that phone.
Alik: Give me your weapons.
John McClane: Come and get 'em.
Alik: Let's dance!
Alik: I could have been a dancer, I swear to God.
Jack McClane: [entering the derelict Chernobyl plant] What does this remind you of?
John McClane: Newark
Jack McClane: Hang on, John!
