DIE HARD

Mr. Takagi. I could talk about industrialization and men's fashions all day, but I'm afraid work must intrude, and my associate Theo has some questions for you. Sort of fill in the blank questions, actually. (wave)

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Hans: Who are you, then?
John: Just a fly in the ointment, Hans, a monkey in the wrench, a pain in the ass.
Hans: 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: I was always kinda partial to Roy Rogers, actually. I really liked those sequined shirts.(wave)

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Do you really think you have a chance against us, Mr. Cowboy? (wave)

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When they touch down, we'll blow the roof, they'll spend a month sifting through the rubble, and by the time they figure out what went wrong, we'll be sitting on a beach, earning twenty percent. (wave)

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Nice suit. John Phillips, London. I have two myslef.

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And when Alexander saw the breadth of his domain, he wept for there were no more worlds to conquer...

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And now I have a machine gun, ho! ho! ho! (wave)

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I’m going to count to three...There will not be a four.

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I wanted this to be professional, efficient, adroit, cooperative not a lot to ask. Alas, your Mr Takagi did not see it this way...So he won’t be joining us for the rest of his life. (wave)

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Mr Mystery Guest, are you still there?

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Karl, hunt that little shit down and get those detonators. (wave)

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Who said we were terrorists?

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I am an execptional thief, Mrs McClane! And Since I’m moving up to kidnapping, you should be more polite!