Live Free or Die Hard

2007 film directed by Len Wiseman

Live Free or Die Hard is a 2007 film in which NYPD officer John McClane faces a gang of Virtual Terrorists trying to cause a "fire sale" thus threatening to bring the United States to its knees through widespread chaos and fear.

Directed by Len Wiseman. Written by Roderick Thorp (screenplay), Mark Bomback (story), David Marconi (story) and Mark Bomback (screenplay).
Yippee Ki Yay Mo - John 6:27 (taglines)

John McClane edit

  • [taunts Thomas Gabriel]I know I'm not as smart as you guys at all this computer shit. But, hey... I'm still alive, ain't I? I mean, you've GOT to be running out of bad guys by now, right? Huh? Gabriel? Honestly, you can tell me. I mean, how does that work? Got some kind of service or something? Some kind of 800 number? 1-800-HENCHMEN? Oh, you know what? I bet you're still on hold with, "Can I get another dead Asian hooker bitch over here right away?"
  • [sees Farrell's leg wound] Hey, chicks dig scars. [notices Farrell looking at his daughter Lucy] Not that one.

Dialogue edit

John McClane: Bowman. Bowman, did you see that? Bowman! It's a fake!
Miguel Bowman: I see it. Thank God. McClane.
John McClane: Bowman.
Miguel Bowman: Satellite's down.

[Mai Linh is posing as an FBI agent on a line directing McClane and Farrell's car. Farrell recognizes Mai's voice]
Matt Farrell: That's her!
John McClane: "Her" who?
Agent Johnson: What're you talking about?
Matt Farrell: It's them.
John McClane: Are you saying it's "them" them?
Matt Farrell: I swear to you, I know her! I would know her voice anywhere! [McClane picks up his handset] Don't say anything! Don't...
John McClane: Just keep your mouth shut for a minute. [speaks into the radio. Mai, along with Gabriel and several other henchmen, listen in] Hey, Metro, how's your day going over there? Gotta be pretty, uh, crazy over there, what with all those 587s, huh?
Mai Linh: Yes sir; we've had to dispatch all units.
John McClane: Yeah, you had to dispatch all units for all the naked people walking around? Cut the bullshit, honey, just put your boss on.
[Mai passes her headset over to Gabriel as the two FBI vehicles turn onto another street]
Thomas Gabriel: [over radio] Officer McClane.
John McClane: It's Detective McClane, asshole. Don't worry, though, we're gonna have plenty of time to get to know each other when I come visit you in prison. [Trey begins pulling up information on McClane on his computers]
Thomas Gabriel: But, John, I already know so much about you: your address in Brooklyn; payments on your mortgage; how long you've been a member of the NYPD; and [looks at Holly Gennaro-McClane's license plate and other personal details] how's Holly? Well that's sad - you're divorced. Was that tough on little Jack and Lucy? [reads McClane's pension fund] Now this is sad: after 30 years I'd have thought you'd have a better pension plan than what I see here. Oh, and it gets worse: [presses a button that wipes out McClane's 401k] your 401k no longer exists! Tell you what, let me make it up to you: shoot Mr. Farrell in the head and drive away, and by the time you reach the end of the next block, all your debts will be wiped clean, and your children will be set for life.

[Gabriel's team broadcasts their message made from splicing together clips of US presidential speeches from Franklin D. Roosevelt to George W. Bush.]
[“Hail to the Chief” begins, but suddenly winds down]
John F. Kennedy: My fellow Americans:
Ronald Reagan: It is time to
Harry S. Truman: strike
George W. Bush: fear
George H. W. Bush: into
Franklin D. Roosevelt: the minds of
George W. Bush: the citizenry.
Molina: [from the mobile command center] It's an unauthorized broadcast.
[footage continues]
John F. Kennedy: Ask not what your country can do
George W. Bush: to avert
Bill Clinton: this
Jimmy Carter: crisis. The answer is
Harry S. Truman: nothing whatsoever.
George W. Bush: Our military
Ronald Reagan: strength
Richard Nixon: is
Ronald Reagan: in
Bill Clinton: this
George W. Bush: case
Franklin D. Roosevelt: useless!
George H. W. Bush: Read my lips:
Ronald Reagan: The
George W. Bush: great
Jimmy Carter: confident
Richard Nixon: roar
George W. Bush: of
Ronald Reagan: the American progress
Lyndon B. Johnson: and
Gerald Ford: growth
George W. Bush: has
Franklin D. Roosevelt: come
Harry Truman: to
Richard Nixon: an end.
George W. Bush: All the
Harry S. Truman: vital
Bill Clinton: technology
Richard Nixon: that
George W. Bush: this
Lyndon B. Johnson: nation
Gerald Ford: holds
Franklin Roosevelt: dear -
John F. Kennedy: all
Bill Clinton: communication,
Gerald Ford: transportation,
Bill Clinton: Internet connectivity,
George W. Bush: electrical power,
John F. Kennedy: critical
Bill Clinton: utilities -
Lyndon B. Johnson: Their
Ronald Reagan: fate
George W. Bush: now
Franklin D. Roosevelt: rests
Ronald Reagan: in
Richard Nixon: our
George W. Bush: hands. We will not tire. We will not falter. And we will not fail.
Molina: I don't know how they're getting in.
[footage continuing]
George W. Bush: Thank you.
Richard Nixon: And a
George W. Bush: happy Independence Day
Dwight D. Eisenhower: to everyone.
[footage ends]
Casper: [impressed] That was creepy!
Trey: I tried to find more Nixon.

[After McClane kills Mai, Farrell is counteracting the shutdown procedures Gabriel has initiated by sending an advertising bomb to Gabriel's computers. Gabriel rings Mai's cell phone, which McClane picks up]
Thomas Gabriel: Mai, talk to me. What's going on?
John McClane: Mai? Oh yeah, the scrawny little Asian chick, likes to kick people? I don't think she's going to be talking to anyone for a very long time. Last time I saw her, she was at the bottom of an elevator shaft with an SUV rammed up her ass. Listen, jackass; your fire sale is over. Just pack up your little circus, or I'm gonna come and I'm gonna kick your ass.
Thomas Gabriel: [seethingly] You. Have no idea. Who I am, or what. I am capable of! When I'm finished here - and I promise it'll be soon! - I will focus. All my attention. On you! You want to make things personal, fine!

John McClane: [checking out a Boba Fett stand-up poster] Nice poster.
Warlock: What, like you a big fan of The Fett?
John McClane: No. I was always more of a "Star Wars" kinda guy.
Warlock: [Annoyed and disbelieving at McClane's stupidity] A Star Wars kinda guy?!

Agent Johnson: Special Agent Johnson, We'll take the sedan.
John McClane: Agent Johnson?
Agent Johnson: That's right. This way please.
John McClane: [under his breath, remembering the two Agents Johnson at Nakatomi] Great...

Thomas Gabriel: On your tombstone it should read, "Always in the wrong place at the wrong time"!
John McClane: How about, "Yippee Ki Yay, motherfucker"?!
[Grabs Gabriel's gun and shoots through himself to kill the villain!]

Taglines edit

Yippee Ki Yay Mo - John 6:27

Cast edit

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