Carmine Lorenzo: You are in my little pond now, and I am the big fish in that pond.
John McClane: That punk pulled a Glock 7 on me! You know what that is? It's a porcelain gun made in Germany. It doesn’t show up on you airport X-ray machines, and it cost more than you make here in a month.
Al Powell: What's this about?
John McClane: Hey, Carmine, let me ask you something. What sets off the metal detectors first? The lead in your ass or the shit in your brain?
[McClane is forced to crawl through yet another ventilation system]
[McClane is showing his nervousness while riding in a helicopter]
Al Powell: You ain't pissing in somebody's pool, are you?
John McClane: Oh man, I can't fucking believe this. Another basement, another elevator. How can the same thing happen to the same guy twice?
Grant: You are the wrong person at the wrong place at the wrong time!
John McClane: I guess I was wrong about you. You're not such an asshole after all.
Grant: Too bad, McClane. I kind of liked you.
Holly McClane: They told me there were terrorists at the airport.
Marvin: So you like that one huh? How 'bout you give me twenty bucks for it?
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