Die Hard (film)

1988 American action film by John McTiernan

Die Hard is a 1988 American action film about a New York cop who tries to save his estranged wife and several others taken hostage by German terrorists during a Christmas party in a Los Angeles skyscraper.

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Directed by John McTiernan. Written by Jeb Stuart and Steven E. de Souza, based on Nothing Lasts Forever by Roderick Thorp.
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John McClaneEdit

  • [after dropping Marco's body onto Powell's car] Welcome to the party, pal!

DialogueEdit

Marco: You are dog now! No more table! Where are you going, pal?! Next time you have a chance to kill someone, don't hesitate.
[McClane, knowing where Marco is from his taunting, shoots through the table, killing him]
John McClane: Thanks for the advice.

John McClane: [calling the police on a radio taken from the terrorists] Mayday, Mayday, emergency, anyone copy, channel nine. Terrorists have seized the Nakatomi Building, and are holding at least 30 people hostage. I repeat, unknown number of terrorists, six or more armed with automatic weapons at Nakatomi Plaza, Century City. Somebody answer me, god dammit!
First LAPD Operator: [to other operator] It's the same address as that fire signal.
Second LAPD Operator: I'll take this. [to McClane] Attention, whoever you are: this frequency is reserved for emergency calls only.
John McClane: No fuckin' shit, lady! Do I sound like I'm orderin' a pizza?! They have already killed one hostage, they are fortifying their positions while you're jerkin' me off on a radio! Now send the police down ASAP...
Second LAPD Operator: [interrupting] Sir, I've already told you: this is a reserved channel. If this is an emergency call, dial 911 on your telephone. Otherwise, I'll report this as an FCC violation.
John McClane: Fine, report me! Come the fuck down here and arrest me! Just send the police now!
[Karl shoots at him. The operators react with annoyed surprise on the other end when they hear the gunshots]
Second LAPD Operator: See if a black-and-white can drive by.

Hans Gruber: I thought I told all of you, I want radio silence until further-
John McClane: Ooooh, I'm very sorry Hans. I didn't get that memo. Maybe you should've put it on the bulletin board. I figured since I've waxed Tony and Marco and his friend here, I figured you and Karl and Franco might be a little lonely, so I decided to give you a call.
Karl Vreski: [to Hans] How does he know so much about us?!
Hans Gruber: Eh, that's... very kind of you. I assume you are our mysterious party crasher. You are most troublesome, for a security guard.
John McClane: [imitates buzzer] Sorry, wrong guess, Hans. Would you like to go for Double Jeopardy where the scores can really change?
Hans Gruber: Who are you then?
John McClane: Just a fly in the ointment, Hans. The monkey in the wrench. The pain in the ass.

Hans Gruber: Mr. Mystery Guest? Are you still there?
John McClane: Yeah, I'm still here. Unless you wanna open the front door for me.
Hans Gruber: Uh, no I'm afraid not. But you have me at a loss. You know my name but who are you? Just another American who saw too many movies as a child? Another orphan of a bankrupt culture who thinks he's John Wayne? Rambo? Marshall Dillon?
John McClane: I was always kinda' partial to Roy Rogers actually. I really liked those sequined shirts.
Hans Gruber: Do you really think you have a chance against us, Mister Cowboy?
[Elevator rings as Hans's minions arrive on John's floor]
John McClane: [quietly] Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker.

Sergeant Al Powell: [over radio] Hey, John? John McClane you still with us?
John McClane: Yeah. But all things being equal, I'd rather be in Philadelphia. Chalk up two more bad guys. [Begins removing glass from foot]
Sergeant Al Powell: Well, the boys down here will be glad to hear that. You know we got a pool going on you.
John McClane: What kind of odds am I getting?
Sergeant Al Powell: You don't wanna know.
John McClane: Put me down for 20, I'm good for it.

Deputy Chief Dwayne Robinson: I got a hundred people down here and they're all covered in glass!
John McClane: Glass? Who gives a shit about glass? Who the fuck is this?
Deputy Chief Dwayne Robinson: This is Deputy Chief Dwayne T. Robinson, and I am in charge here.
John McClane: Oh you're in charge? Well I got some bad news for you Dwayne, from up here it doesn't look like you're in charge of jack shit.
Deputy Chief Dwayne Robinson: You listen to me you little asshole-
John McClane: Asshole? I'm not the one who just got butt-fucked on national TV, Dwayne! Now, you listen to me, jerk-off, if you're not a part of the solution, you're a part of the problem. Quit being a part of the fuckin' problem and put the other guy back on!

Big Johnson: [Whooping as their helicopter buzzes along just above street level] Just like fuckin' Saigon! Eh, Slick?
Little Johnson: [grins back] I was in junior high, dickhead!

Theo: Those guys in the suits, I don't know who they are.
Hans Gruber: That's the FBI. They're ordering the others to cut the building's power. Regular as clockwork.
Theo: [grins in realization] Or a time lock.
Hans Gruber: Precisely. The circuits that cannot be cut are cut automatically in response to a terrorist incident. You asked for miracles, Theo. I give you the F...B...I...

Holly Gennero-McClane: [noticing Hans taking the bearer bonds] After all your posturing, all your little speeches, you're nothing but a common thief.
Hans Gruber: I am an exceptional thief, Mrs. McClane. And since I'm moving up to kidnapping, you should be more polite!

John McClane: So that's what this is about, Hans? A fucking robbery?
Hans Gruber: [with his pistol pointed to Holly's head] Put down the gun.
John McClane: Why'd you have to nuke the whole building, Hans?
Hans Gruber: Well, when you steal $600, you can just disappear. When you steal 600 million, they will find you, unless they think you're already dead. Put down...the gun.
[McClane complies and drops his weapon. Eddie attempts to draw his weapon.]
Hans Gruber: [to Eddie] Nein! This is mine!
John McClane: [with his arms around his head, grinning] You got me.
Hans Gruber: Still the cowboy, Mr. McClane. Americans, all alike. Well, this time John Wayne does not walk off into the sunset with Grace Kelly.
John McClane: That's Gary Cooper, asshole.
Hans Gruber: Enough jokes.
John McClane: You'd have made a pretty good cowboy yourself, Hans.
Hans Gruber: [draw his pistol away from Holly] Oh, yes. What was it you said to me before? "Yippee-ki-yea, motherfucker."

TaglinesEdit

  • High above the city of L.A. a team of terrorists has seized a building, taken hostages and declared war. One man has managed to escape. An off-duty cop hiding somewhere inside. He's alone, tired... and the only chance anyone has got.
  • Thirteen terrorists. One cop. The odds are against John McClane... That's just the way he likes it.
  • He's the only chance anyone has got.
  • It's Christmas Eve In L.A. And The Party Action's About To Explode... On The Fortieth Floor!
  • Suspense, Excitement, Adventure, On every level!
  • 40 Stories High — with Suspense, Excitement and Adventure on every level!
  • 40 Stories of Sheer Adventure

CastEdit

External linksEdit

  Encyclopedic article on Die Hard at Wikipedia