DIE HARD: WITH A VENGEANCE

Simon: As I was going to St. Ives I met a man with seven wives. Each wife had seven sacks, each sack had seven cats, each cat had seven kits. Kits, cats, sacks, wives, how many were going to St. Ives? John McClane: Look I fail you cover my ass. You fail I cover your ass! Zeus: And if we both fail? John McClane: Then were both fucked! McClane: I'll tell you what your problem is, you don't like me because you're a racist! Zeus: What?! McClane: You're a racist! You don't like me because I'm white! Zeus: I don't like you because you're going to get me *killed*! Zeus: Didn't I hear you say you didn't even like your brother? Simon: There's a difference between not liking and not caring when some dumb Irish flatfoot throws him from a 30-story building. John McClane: Thanks a lot, Jesus. Zeus: Why the hell do you keep calling me Jesus? Do I look Puerto Rican to you? John McClane: That guy back there, he called you Jesus. Zeus: No, he didn't, he said "Hey, Zeus." My name is Zeus. John McClane: Zeus? Zeus: Yeah, Zeus. You know, Mount Olympus, father of Apollo, don't fuck with me or I'll shove a lightning bolt up your ass, Zeus! You got a problem with that? Zeus: Ain't no riddle gonna solve this motherfucker? Simon: No, no riddle, no fancy code, nothing. Zeus Carver: You famous in L.A. or something? John McClane: Yeah, for about five minutes. Zeus Carver: Don't tell me. Rodney King, right? [McClane hands Zeus a gun] John McClane: You know how to fire one of these? Zeus Carver: No. John McClane: No?! Zeus Carver: Hey, all brothers don't know how to use guns, you racist motherfucker. [McClane and Zeus are speeding through Central Park] Zeus: Are you aiming for these people? McClane: No. [Pauses] Well, maybe that mime. FBI agent: Have you been followed at all during the last few days? Any suspicious phone calls? Any kind of surveillance at all? Anything? John McClane: Well, now that you mention it, I have, sort of, been feeling this burning sensation between my toes. Simon Peter Gruber: You just interfered with a very well laid plan. Zeus: Well, you can stick that well laid plan in your well laid ass. [McClane and Zeus are speeding through Central Park] John McClane: Relax, I know what I'm doing. Zeus: Not even God knows what you're doing, McClane. Inspector Cobb: Simon, I can appreciate your feelings for McClane. But believe me, the jerk isn't worth it. He's stepped on so many toes in this department, by next month he's gonna be a security guard. His own wife wants nothing to do with him, and he's about two steps to becoming a full-blown alcoholic. Zeus Carver: Now, where are you goin'? Raymond: To school. Zeus Carver: Why? Dexter: To get educated. Zeus Carver: Why? Raymond: So we can go to college. Zeus Carver: And why is that important? Raymond: To get a-spected. Zeus Carver: RE-spect. Now who are the bad guys? Raymond: Guys who sell drugs. Dexter: Guys who have guns. Zeus Carver: And who are the good guys? Raymond: We're the good guys. Zeus Carver: So who's gonna help us? Dexter: Nobody. Zeus Carver: So who's gonna help us? Raymond: We're gonna help ourselves. Zeus Carver: And who do we not want to help us? Dexter, Raymond: White people. ~ Home ~ Movies ~ Songs ~ Anonymous ~ Women ~ ~ Friendship ~ Life and Success ~ Poems ~ Shakespeare ~ Star Trek ~