Lucy McClane: Dad! Stop it! I mean it!
Jim: Dad? You said your dad was dead!
John McClane: What? You told this jerk-off I was dead? You actually said that?
Lucy McClane: I may have exaggerated a little bit.
John McClane: Hey, thanks for saving my daughter's life.
Matt Farrell: [shrugs] What was I going to do?
John McClane: That's what makes you "that guy."
Matt Farrell: [smiles] Yeah.
[recognizing female terrorist's voice over the police radio]
Matt Farrell: That's her!
John McClane: "Her" who?
Agent Johnson: What're you talking about?
Matt Farrell: It's them.
John McClane: Are you saying it's "them" them?
Matt Farrell: I *swear* to
you, I know her! I would know her voice anywhere!
[McClane picks up handset]
Matt Farrell: Don't say anything! Don't...
John McClane: Just keep your mouth shut for a minute.
[to terrorists over radio]
John McClane: Hey, Metro, how's your day goin' over there? Yeah, you gotta be pretty, uh, crazy over there, what
with all those 5-87's, huh?
Mai Lihn: Yes, sir, we've had to dispatch all units.
John McClane: Yeah, you had to dispatch all units for all the naked people walkin' around?
[last lines]
Lucy McClane: [referring to Farrell] So, um, did he say anything about me?
John McClane: Jesus, Lucy.
Lucy McClane: What? I-I'm so- I'm sorry. I'm just asking.
John McClane: I'm in enough pain already.
[to medic]
John McClane: Hospital.
John McClane: [pissed off] All you gotta do is go pick up a kid down in New Jersey, and drive him down to D.C. How hard can that be, huh? Can't be that hard, no, can it? No, gotta be a senior detective. A thing like a traffic jam, throwing a car at me's gonna stop me?
John McClane: [acrobatic mercenaries attack John and Matt] Jesus, is the circus in town?
Matt Farrell: Seriously, uh, you probably shouldn't antagonize them, since they have all the loaded guns, and whatnot.
Lucy McClane: Listen, will you just take a minute and dig deep for a bigger set of balls, 'cause you're gonna need 'em before we're through
Matt Farrell: When was the last time you remember turning on the radio and listening to popular music? Or, just give me a decade. The 70's? I'm guessing - was, was Michael Jackson still black? Pearl Jam - I'll go back ten years with you. Ten years - 20 years, The Cure? Nothing?
John McClane: [in unrated version] Yippie-kai-yay, motherfucker!
Matt Farrell: Do we have anything, like, resembling a plan, or anything?
John McClane: Find Lucy, kill everybody else.
Matt Farrell: I mean, more like a plan, like, a way to do that.
[from trailer]
Matt Farrell: Shouldn't we call for backup or something?
John McClane: Makes too much sense.
[Matt is cringing while listening to Creedence Clearwater Revival on the radio]
John McClane: You don't like Creedence?
Matt Farrell: This is like having a pine cone shoved in my ass.
[John turns the volume up louder]