[stealing Tony's shoes]Nine million terrorists in the world and I gotta kill one with feet smaller than my sister.
[after entering the room where Gruber retains Holly]Hi, honey.
[huddled in an air vent, recalls his wife's invitation]"Come out to the coast, we'll get together, have a few laughs..."
[speaking to dead man about cigarettes]Whoa, these are very bad for you.
[while crawling through a narrow ventilation shaft]Now I know what a TV dinner feels like.
[Tying fire hose around his waist]Oh, John, what the fuck are you doing? How the fuck did you get into this shit?
[after bad guys hit police ram with rocket]
[in radio to bad guys][in radio to Hans] Hans you motherfucker, you made your point! Let them pull back![in radio to McClaine] Thank you, Mr. Cowboy, I'll take it under advisement.
[to bad guys]
[Businessman]: You don't like flying, do you?
[Businessman]: You wanna know the secret to surviving air travel? After you get where you're going, take off your shoes and your socks then walk around on the rug bare foot and make fists with your toes.
[Businessman]: I know, I know, it sounds crazy. Trust me, I've been doing it for nine years. Yes sir, better than a shower and a hot cup of coffee.
[the businessman sees John's gun]It's okay, I'm a cop. Trust me, I've been doing this for eleven years.
[pause]John, didn't you hear me?
[Ellis holds the walkie talkie up]Hans, this shit-head does not know what kind of man you are, but I do. Listen to me!
[presents his gun][nervously yelling] Hans, this asshole is not my friend, I just met him tonight, I don't know him. Jesus Christ, Ellis these people are gonna kill you, tell them, you don't know me.
[gets no response]
[still gets no response, then laughs slightly, then Hans shoots him in the head][he puts the walkie talkie up to the screaming crowd, then yells into the walkie talkie] You hear that? Talk to me, where are my detonators? Where are they, or shall I shoot another one? Sooner or later, I might get to someone you *do* care about!
[after witnessing Mr. Takagi's murder]
[talking to himself]Why the fuck didn't you stop 'em, John? 'Cause then you'd be dead, too, asshole.
[Hans pulls trigger]Ooops. No bullets. What do you think, I'm fucking stupid, Hans?[elevator opens] You were saying?
[long pause]cigarettes. They're well-financed and very slick.
[cops start coming towards the building]You macho assholes, no, no!
[upon seeing Marco arrive, suspense music plays]Freeze m*th*rf*cker![panicking] Oh God! Don't shoot! Don't shoot![starts to do so] Ok! But don't shoot! Don't shoot![still doing so but very slowly] I know! But don't shoot! Don't shoot![music changes to a climatic theme as Heinrich comes in] Marco duck!
[John easily shoots Heinrich but Marco manages to take cover. John then hides under a long conference table]
[after a quick scene change Marco is on the table shooting it as he walks down it]
[empties his clip and jams a fresh one in]
[prepares to start shooting again when... ]
[fires upwards several times riddling Marco with bullets. Marco drops dead on the table with bullets and wood splinters in him]Thanks for the advice, pal.
[Getting out a pack of cigarettes]Do you smoke?[while mimicing a hostage] Yeah.
[McClane hands him the pack of cigarettes]
[laughs][Quickly thinks of a name which he got from a nearby Bulletin board] Clay. Bill Clay.[Takes out his handgun] You now how to use a handgun, Bill?