Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Look around all the kids are into something You could steal Harmony Park
You've made a very bad mistake.
SHIT SHIT SHIT
Don't fuck with me or I'll shove a lightning bolt up your ass!
- We can jump. - Outta your fuckin' mind? It's 100 feet down to the deck!
- John, John, calm yourself. - Huh?
- What? - Lean forward, goddamn it!
- Obviously. - All right, I know. Here we go.
You got any aspirins?
You gotta take the safety catch off.
There's just one thing I gotta know.
You gotta take the safety catch off.
Ты сказал, что ты шаришь в этой теме. Ты,..
All the cops are into somethin'. It's Christmas, You could steal city hall!
- We can jump. - What?
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- A what? - Like epoxy, two liquids.
where you tell me what the fuck this has to do with me, huh?
John, this is Andy Cross with the F.B.I.
- Shit! - Exactly four gallons.
- Exactly ten quarters. - Well, maybe they were making long-distance phone calls.
Turley!! Half the U.S. people just called 911!!!
What the fuck you laughin' about?
Twenty minutes. Go by foot. No rush.
Oh, no. Good Lord, no. Safe and secure.
K-9, bring it around to the back. Check out the boiler room.
Go fuck yourself!
- What else is 21? Black Jack. - It's a club.
- Huh? - You all right?
I have something personal to finish.
Oh, no, that's a pity. And after we've gone to all that trouble at the stadium.
Hey, hey, where are you going? Come here. What are ya doin'?
Where are my pigeons now?
I got him, Connie. He's taking the scenic route.
That's a priority out in California.
- What the hell are you doin'? - Get ready. Lean forward.
Damn! Get in there.
Shut the fuck up, McClane! He said seven wives with seven sacks.
- waitin' for this freakin' thing to blow up! - Okay.
We figure he's got you fitted up for a toe tag ...
- Shit, this is gonna take a miracle. Swing it. - Keep your fingers crossed.
Whoa.
What's he gonna tell you, I'm dead?
City Engineer's Office.
- I listen to you all the time. - Thank you. What do you wanna talk about?
that they'll make a great deal of money.
It's a textbook megalomania.
McClane! McClane, watch it.
Sir, please. I need to use that phone.
when some dumb Irish flatfoot drops him out of a window.
No. I don't think I'm gonna arrest you.
Are you done, Lieutenant?
You were gonna call me a shovel weren't you?
Time?
His own wife wants nothing to do with him ...
Stay back!
- Good Lord! - Yes, yes.
Yeah, well, I got some bad news. You're only gonna blow up with me.
- How do you do, Inspector? - How do you do, Principal Martinez?
but they think maybe they got her.
Simon, wait.
Anybody following you at all? Any kind of surveillance?
- Okay, I'll be right back. - Down!
Simon fuckin' says!
Sergeant Turley! Sergeant Turley!
"This is Mr. Mullin. He's"
she's a very stubborn woman.
- You gotta get to that pay phone by 10:20! - What are you gonna do?
I'm talking about police, transit, sanitation, fire, even the goddamn librarians
No! Dre Dredges. Dredges!
- We need a fire truck. - What?
Respect. Now, who's the bad guys?
- Maybe it's 'cause of the radio. - You mean like they're after us? Nah.
Oh, shit! Ow, damn it, my foot!
Carver! Carver!
- Honey, I'm a cop. I need the phone right now - I'm sorry, but I
English-speaking troops-
You guys play the lottery? No?
It's nice to be needed
cause i know the man, i know the family
l could spend a week in here with an X-ray machine and still not find it.
Back the fuck up! Now!
Bird!
Coast Guard.
Zip.
Now listen to me.
- What? - There's no gold on this boat.
All right, all right!
You sound like a real smart guy. What is it that you want?
Look, all brothers don't know how to shoot guns, you racist motherfucker.
Mm-mmm.
Shit! Shit! I told you not to open it!
SHIT! Goddamn cellular fucking phones!
so was she.
Telephone? House? Anything unusual at all?
Come on, come on.
This was never about revenge. It's about a goddamn heist.
I will call you in 15 minutes on the pay phone outside the station.
All right, let's see to the office work.
Cut this shit off him!
Some guy named Arthur.
- Zeus, hold up. Whoa! - John?
- It's played hell with our alarms, I'm afraid. - I trust there's nothing wrong.
- Isn't that right near that Wall Street bomb site we just left? - Yeah.
- Damn, McClane, you know, I was just startin' to like you. - Well, don't. I'm an asshole.
Simon says, get to the pay phone ...
Where do you think we found that bomb?
Oh, dear. I told you that Park Drive is always jammed.
And, Jurgen, you'll be the padre!
Give me your pies ...
Inspector! Inspector, it's him.
¿Por qué me llamas jesús? ¿tengo cara de puertorriqueño?
Non-compliance will result in a penalty.
- What do you think, guys? You'll be able to fix that? - Just a minute now.
Hey, what was the lottery number last night? Huh?