Holly McClane: Honey, it's the '90s, remember? Microchips, microwaves, faxes, *air phones*.
John McClane: Hey, well, as far as I'm concerned, progress peaked with frozen pizza.
Holly McClane: [after the terrorist attack] Why does this keep happening to us?
Holly McClane: Listen Dick. That is your name? Dick. If you're gonna continue to get this close do you think you might consider switching aftershaves?
Richard Thornburg: Anything else?
Holly McClane: Stronger mouthwash would be nice.
Carmine Lorenzo: Hey McClane! You get this parking ticket in front of my airport?
John McClane: Yeah.
Carmine Lorenzo: [Lorenzo tears ticket up] Ah, what the hell; it's Christmas!
John McClane: What do you say, Marv?
Marvin: I'll be damned if I'm gonna clean up this mess.
Col. Stuart: Happy landings, asshole.
Carmine Lorenzo: It's time to kick ass.
Marvin: Just like Iwo Jima!
John McClane: All right, just stay here and get ready to call the marines.
Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes: I thought they were the army.
John McClane: Who gives a fuck, just be ready.
John McClane: Oh, we are just up to our ass in terrorists again, John?
Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes: [an air traffic controller has suggested getting portable lights to direct the planes] And where do we get those big portable lights? Borrow them from Batman?
Morgue Worker: [John McClane is taking a dead guy's fingerprints] Hey. You're supposed to do that at the morgue.
John McClane: Not anymore. Got a new SOP for DOA's from the FAA.
John McClane: [to Al Powell] Take the Twinkie out of your mouth and grab a pencil, will ya?
Trudeau: [after Thornburg has reported that terrorists have taken control of the airport] That stupid, arrogant son-of-a-bitch! It's all over the airport.
Grant: Too bad, McClane. I kind of liked you.
John McClane: I got enough friends.
John McClane: Excuse me, officers. This may sound like a wild goose chase, but, I think I just saw...
Sgt. Vito Lorenzo: Saw what?
John McClane: Elvis. Elvis Presley.
Sgt. Vito Lorenzo: [after McClane leaves, Sgt Lorenzo turns to his partner] Fucking tourists. Oughta be a law.
Trudeau: [to all the air traffic controllers] "Alright everyone, let's call all our birds and slow 'em down before we get a parking lot over our heads. The line starts at the Mississippi and they better start taking numbers."
John McClane: Hi... I need to borrow
[grabs a stamp ink pad and paper]
John McClane: this and this... I'll bring it right back
Rent-A-Car Girl: HEY!
