Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Why don't we just go to a film, okay? We'll be back after this.
He's running out of one-liners!
- You played Tattoo, right? - Yeah, right.
...know that much of the plot consists of my character...
His job.
Look at that tattoo. She's a coy one.
It's Christmas Eve in L.A., and New York cop John McClane...
All right, go. Come on. Give me everything you got, man.
Scum-check, aisle six.
Hiss. Hiss. Hiss. That's my sound. That's the sound of me.
- You're Herve Villachaize? - That's right.
Hey, family, Mommy's home.
She just tries to keep me in line. She says:
Our first letter comes from Ronald Garner from Syosset, New York, who writes:
Why don't we go to the first film.
Hey, welcome back. And we're here with our guest, Clara.
...teach you to fly again, so you can buzz around and find her...
- What next? - Now's the part I like best.
Well, I was wondering, can I buy you a glass of champagne?
I don't know where we are. Welcome to where?
Die Hard 12.
Yeah.
i hypnotize you with my teeth,and you pay me money.
With the one you love, of course.