Morgue Quotes

Trudeau: Alright, we've got a body in the morgue that seems to have died twice. Assuming it's not a computer error, what do we assume?
John McClane: That somebody's about to seriously fuck with this airport.
Trudeau: What the hell is that supposed to mean? I mean, I know we're dummies up here, McClane, so give us a little taste of

your brilliant genius! I mean, you talking about a hijacking, a robbery or what?
John McClane: Look, I'm not sure. All I know, is...
Carmine Lorenzo: Oh, he's not sure! Well, I'm stunned! I gotta lie down!
John McClane: The only people that go to this much trouble are professionals, not luggage thieves and not punks!

Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes: Professional at what?
John McClane: [holding up the fax] What the fuck do you this is, huh? The safety patrol, here? This is the resume of a professional mercenary! You got the world's biggest drug dealer on his way here, now. What, do you need, a slide rule to figure this out? Or maybe another body in a zipper bag before you

start asking questions?
Carmine Lorenzo: Hey, pal, you're the one that gave us that fuckin' body, remember that.
John McClane: Yeah, I remember that.

Dr. Bill Harford: The woman lying dead in the morgue was the woman at the party. Well, Victor, maybe I'm missing something here. You call it fake, a charade... Do you mind telling me what kind of fuckin' charade ends up with somebody turning up dead?
Victor Ziegler: [getting angry and defensive] Okay Bill... let's cut the bullshit, alright? You've been way

out of your depth for the last 24 hours! You want to know what kind of charade? I'll tell you exactly what kind. That whole play-acted, "take me" phony sacrifice that you've been jerking off with had nothing to do with her real death. The truth is, nothing happened to her after you left that party that hadn't happened to her before. She got her brains fucked out. Period!

Capt. Howard: [after the morgue car chase] I can't believe you guys. Do you get up in the morning, call each other up - "Good morning, Marcus." "Good morning, Mike." "How you doin'?" "Ai'ight." "So, how are we going to fuck up the captain's life today?" "Gee, I don't know, I don't know... Ooh, look! Over there. Let's kill three fat people and leave them on the street?"

Mike Lowery: They were dead before we ran over them.
Capt. Howard: It doesn't matter if they were dead or not, goddamn it! Every time you leave a corpse on the street, I have to get these detective guys to come in and see what happened. See? They're detecting shit. Then I've gotta get these forensic coroner guys to stick 'em back in the fucking bag! Jesus

Christ!

Paul Smecker: [enters the police station, packed with cops] First of all, I'd like to thank whichever one of you donut-munching, barrel-assed, pud-pulling sissies leaked this to the press. That's just what we need now: some sensational story in the papers making these boys out to be superheroes, triumphing over evil. Let me squash the rumors now. These two are not heroes. They're

just two ordinary men who were put in an extraordinary situation and they just happened to come out on top. Yes, nothing from our far-reaching computer system has turned up diddly on these two. All we know is what we found out from the neighbors, and the general consensus is, they're angels. But angels don't kill. And we got two bodies in the morgue that look like they've been "serial-crushed by

some huge friggin' guy".

Trish Murtaugh: [holds up a gold pen] Is this your pen?
Martin Riggs: Thanks,
[takes it]
Martin Riggs: I keep losing it.
[he goes back to cuting up the vegetables]
Trish Murtaugh: Something's wrong.
Martin Riggs: Naw, not really, just another goddamn pen.
[He

ignores her for awhile]
Trish Murtaugh: You were saying about the pen.
Martin Riggs: Oh, it just reminds me of something thats all.
Trish Murtaugh: Reminds you of what?
Martin Riggs: Ah, reminds me of the night Vicki was killed.
Trish Murtaugh: [pause] I didn't mean to push.

Martin Riggs: Hang on that ok, we never talked about this did we.
[pauses]
Martin Riggs: Well, I supposed to be meeting her for dinner and you know one of those romantic dinners for two. I was up to my eyeballs in work and I forgot about the whole thing.
[puts the cut up vegetables into a pot]
Martin Riggs: I guess

she waited in the restaurant for an hour before she decided to drive home alone. It was midnight before I got home, I got home to a ringing phone, so naturally I answered it. They told me she was killed in a car crash.
[pauses]
Martin Riggs: I should have been driving, I guess we would have been all right, huh. Anyway I remember falling down on my knees and I started

shaking all over and I remember thinking I'm losing it, I'm losing it. So there I was lying on the living room floor. Lying there and I'm seeing under the couch and I see this gold pen. Gold pen just lying under the couch, I've been looking, haven't seen it in two months, there it is.
[laughs slightly]
Martin Riggs: She wasn't much of a housekeeper. And this voice

goes off inside my head, kind a like a drill instructor, I really heard it. It said GET UP NOW. I didn't feel like it but I got up, muscles were still working and I drove to the hospital and identified her in the morgue and signed her out with my gold pen.
Roger Murtaugh: [walks in] Gold pen? Hey, Trish found one in the laundry the other day.
[Trish and Martin look

at each other]