Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, it's John. Yeah, I'm hangin' in there. Is Holly there? I'll hold on.
Slow the fuck down, McClane!
This is a communique from the C.R.F.
Oh shit! That was my gold bar!
- Oh, fuck! - Goddamn!
- Christ Almighty, Charlie! - Like I said, very cool stuff.
What is 21 out of 42?
Oh, boy ...
and it could be manifested physically if he's stressed.
Sorry you had to wait, but apparently there was an explosion in the subway.
- I don't know. Something just doesn't add up. - Lt. McClane?
Whoa-oh! I think she's pissed at you, McClane!
Now, I recommend we get everybody, and I mean everybody
Takes too fuckin' long.
- It was the only way I could get you to come with me. - Uh-huh.
consigning the balance of humanity to economic starvation.
You wanna go down to juvenile hall for a Butterfinger, is that it?
No. It's for the bridge.
pancake syrup?
Drive! Drive!
Let me ask you somethin'. What is it that Wall Street doesn't have?
Get out of there! Slide over and take the wheel.
- He's under us right now. Come back around. - Run, motherfucker!
- How many men have you got? - Seventy-five.
May he rest in peace. I'll inform Karl in the lobby.
Bob Simons was a bankrupt businessman who kidnapped his partner's daughter.
All right? Everybody up, please. Teachers, please help them.
has either got some serious personal issues or not all his dogs are barking.
They don't allow dump trucks on the FDR!
You racist motherfucker
We'll be back to pick you up in 15 minutes.
Moment.
There's a difference between not liking one's brother and not caring ...
. .
- Don't open it. - What? I gotta open it. It's gonna be all right.
One step
Jesus, I'm sorry you got involved, all right?
Ricky, you wanna tell those people to shut the hell up out there?
- You dropped the fuckin' thing? - Goddamn it!
I really do have a bad headache though. I have a VERY BAD HEADACHE!
Shit That was my gold bar!
don't ever let people use you. you're running your mouth, bad-mouthing your own constituents.
- What? - They're gone!
So, he lost. Lambert.
How do Catholics do their thing?
Just give me somethin' to shoot at. Come on, hotshot.
You know, money is shit to me.
- She'll get over it. - I don't know, Zeus.
There are some gentlemen in the Middle East who seem to think ...
the gold your economies are built of ...
Nice. It rhymes
All calls will be coming through this switchboard.
I'm talking about 1,000 buildings within the city limits.
Six more minutes.
Pull all the way up!
- No, wait, they say it's Juarez, Mexico. - Norway?
You don't like me 'cause I'm white.
oh mein sinn fein
Do you see them? A five-gallon and a three-gallon.
- Oh, shit, that was my gold bar! - This is McClane. Get me Inspector Walter Cobb.
That thing in the building in L.A.
Find out who the 21st president was. It's got something to do with this.
John.
- What the hell's it doin' now? - It's mixin'.
"- The Next Shift Is Gonna Be Here In A Minute. - You Are So Full Of Shit, Walsh."
Now, either one by itself ...
Every cop in 50 miles is runnin' his ass off, and I'm playin' kids' games in a park.
- Uncle, you better come look at this. - What?
wearing a sign that says I Hate Niggers ...
-EL TÍO ESE TE HA LLAMADO JESÚS... -No ha dicho Jesús, ha dicho: “Eh, Zeus”. ME LLAMO ZEUS
Well, it's nice to be needed.
We're behind. We should abandon the rest and go.
- Gimme the goddamn code. - Code? Oh!
No rush.
- You didn't see nobody? - No!
- Get away from the goddamn phone! - Get your hands up!
with possible paranoid schizophrenia.
Call the police. Get your ass down here right now! I'm under attack!
- What? - Like Looney Tunes. You know, like Bellevue?
A guy, just a guy
N.Y.P.D. You had any extra dump trucks come through here in the last couple of minutes?
Said Simple Simon to the pie man going to the fair ...
We're gonna wait, Connie.
I had no idea Canada could be this much fun.
No. The real bomb is on this ship.
Someone he arrested? Somebody he pissed off?
I'm Jorge MacClane I'm here to save the fucking 'chantiers' project
We pour that three gallons into the five-gallon jug ...
So much for bridges and helicopters.
Thanks. Find that bomb.
Like I said, very cool stuff.
- What is wrong with you? - Besides having a bad fucking hangover, for one thing!
Freelance terrorism. By contract.
Sir, this is a police matter. For your own safety, I'm gonna ask you ...
- Where are you goin'? - I'm gonna try and get his attention.
Fuck that, McClane! You're still alive, aren't ya?
- Whoa! What are ya doin'? - I'm gonna get us another phone.
- That guy was pissed. - He'll feel better when he looks in the backseat.
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Xi Jinping After GWASG is sent to C5F
I should've seen it comin' a mile away. This was never about revenge.
Stupid. Stupid!
- You know how to pick this lock? - Is this some black shit again?
Twenty minutes. Go by foot. No rush.
- Come on! Come on! - Oh, fuck, my leg! Ow!
- Listen, I'm a cop. - What?
Hell, you could use a beeper and phone it in.
Yeah, I'm afraid I'm gonna need an answer on that issue.
- I don't have a clue. - What about Yankee Stadium?