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Die Hard
Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker.
Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker.
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except... the four assholes coming in the rear in standard two-by-two cover formation.
I thought you guys just ate doughnuts.
Come out to the coast! We'll get together, have a few laughs.
Now I know what a TV dinner feels like.
Welcome to the party, pal.
We're gonna need some more FBI guys, I guess.
Happy trails, Hans.
Yee-hah! Just like fucking Saigon, eh, Slick?
Business is business. You use a gun, I use a fountain pen. What's the difference?
Who's driving this car, Stevie Wonder?
Geronimo, motherfucker.
Just the fly in the ointment, Hans. The monkey in the wrench. The pain in the ass.
Now I have a machine gun.
Ho ho ho.
Nine million terrorists in the world and I gotta kill one with feet smaller than my sister.
You want money? What kind of terrorists are you?
Do you really think you have a chance against us, Mr Cowboy?
And when Alexander saw the breadth of his domain, he wept, for there were no more worlds to conquer.
Twelve terrorists. One cop. The odds are against John McClane... That's just the way he likes it
Shoot the glass!
Excuse me, sir, but what about the body that fell out the window?
Oh, shit!
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