Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Good-bye.
McClane!
- Did you hear about that on the news? - Yeah.
You got a Triple A card?
Turley! Half the company just entered help desk tickets
- I'm gonna meet you right there, all right? - What am I supposed to do?
Now, Tompkins Square Park is more than two miles away, so you guys better get running.
I was going to say kill you.
- Don't shoot! Don't shoot me! Don't shoot! - Get up! Come on! Get up!
- You know this guy Simon we were talking to? - Yeah.
Back! Back! Come on!
Hey, dick-head, did I come at a bad time?
John McClane, N.Y.P.D.
Zeus! Yo, partner! Wait up!
Between now and then
- The next shift is gonna be here in a minute. - You are so full of shit, Walsh.
Look around, man. All the cops are into somethin'. It's CHristmas, you could steal city hall!
Hey! Hey! Sir! Sir! I'm a cop! I'm a cop!
To the police department!
He's a fuck-up, not a psycho. The guy we're looking for is nuts.
How's that for concentration? Aw, shit!
They better start payin' attention to work orders, or I'm gonna kick some butt.
I don't like you because you're gonna get me killed. How much time?
Place it on the scale, and the timer will stop. You must be precise.
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo! Hold up! Hold up!
Hey, we got smoke! We got fuckin' smoke and shit flyin' on me here!
No, I don't have a problem with that.
- Don't kill me! - Shit!
- Yeah. Go - Go ahead and grab it. - No, you're the cop.
Lambert! You know where to find McClane?
AH SHIT...
Put 'em on the door!
You know, your brother was an asshole.
Hey, what was the lottery number last night?
- What? - The fuse panel! Where's the fuse panel to this car?
- Don't call me boy. - I'm sorry.
John? John? Goddamn it, you son of a
- Listen, I got a gun - They got 10 guns.
into the next world.
You c-c-couldn't catch me if I stole your ch-ch-chair with you in it.
- Yeah, it's gold. - This is heavy! They cleaned out a whole room of this?
Find out who the 21st president was Chester A. Arthur. 1881 to 1885
two - Spit it.
What's goin' on, Walter?
You don't have a week. You got five more minutes, then we're movin' up to 86th street.
Not even God knows what you're doing!
which country we want to buy!
John McClane says to give you this.
- Hey, Zeus, this a friend of yours? - He look like a friend of mine?
What?
In half an hour, you're gonna have a riot at every school in this city.
- Is that it, 2,401? - That's it. Dial.
We are not a commercial bank, in the normal sense.
Go take a look in there.
- Oh, shit! - What?
That's a white man with white problems. You deal with him.
gotta clear cache
- No word. - When do we evacuate?
Just go.
She says, Well, those are my lucky numbers. I got the tickets right here.
That's a priority out in California
Oh, the Samaritan.
I told you I was an asshole.
- We're gonna go! On my mark. - Let's go, men.
Thank you, that's very helpful.
Call me when he crosses 110th Street.
Turley! Half the goddamn city just called 911!
John?
Jesus Christ! Who do you think you are, lady, Hillary Clinton?
Hey, listen, jerk-off? Let me tell you somethin'. I got a bad fuckin' hangover!
Hey, how about we just skip down to the part ...
You are about to have a very bad day.
You ever see that show Growing Pains? They got a motherfucker on there called Boner
Oh. God, I love this campus.
- There. - Put your head fuckin' down. This is gonna be really bad.
I trust you see the message.
Douse those lights!
-SÍ, ZÉUS. COMO EL PADRE DE APOLO, EL DEL MONTE OLIMPO. EL DE "NO ME TOQUES LOS COJONES QUE TE METO UN RAYO POR EL CULO", ¡ZEUS!
The answer is one
No riddle is gonna stop this motherfucker?
Why do you keep calling me Jesus? l look Puerto Rican to you?
The repair people are downstairs now.
Let me ask you a question, bonehead.
Goddamn cellular fucking phones!
or omnipotence predominate.
Final Exam Week And you Thirsty Thursday all Semester
Zeus! You got a problem with that?
Get 'em up!
- It's right here! Right here! - Pull out the anti-lock brakes fuse.
You got his number, yeah. Yeah, okay.
Stop the ca .. Stop the goddamn cab!
- Weren't you listening? - Yeah! I didn't hear every fuckin'
- Bridgeport Radio. Come in, please, Bridgeport. - Coast Guard.
Fuck.
- Gimme the fuckin' jug. We're startin' over. Pour that out. - We can't start over.
he won't be talking to anyone.
- We blow the dam. - What?
- I don't get it. You get it? - No.
That stuff has gotta be pretty rare.
- But there's a problem. - What do you mean? How big a problem?
Otto doesn't speak English. Do you, Otto?
- Yeah, yeah, I can do it if I had somethin' to do it with. - How 'bout a splinter ...
Simon says Lieutenant McClane is to go to the corner of 138th Street und Amsterdam ...
I'm a soldier, not a monster. Even though I sometimes work for monsters.
Where did we leave off with that roster?
Well, then, who are you? Somebody I sent up? What'd you do?
Listen, there's a line of Amazon trucks westbound on Big Beaver at about I-75
All right?
Come on! What a hell of a place to break down.
You need me alot more then I need you You dont like the way I do things, fine I quit
- Out of the way. - How do Catholics do their thing?
Just shut up and get 'em in the air!
His name is Peter Krieg.
We can't take it off of there. It'll detonate. Wait a second. Wait a second.
Pigeons?
Will you stop with that racial shit? Are you a fuckin' locksmith or not?
And last I looked, you weren't too light on your feet. Now move!
John McClane.
I left something provocative on that train, John.
Hey, look out!
Well, we're the home team. Are we supposed to find something there?