Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

but they think maybe they got her.
What's he gonna tell you, I'm dead?
We figure he's got you fitted up for a toe tag ...
she's a very stubborn woman.
There's just one thing I gotta know.
Now listen to me.
- What? - There's no gold on this boat.
that they'll make a great deal of money.
Carver! Carver!
It's a textbook megalomania.
Ты сказал, что ты шаришь в этой теме. Ты,..
Inspector! Inspector, it's him.
- What? - Lean forward, goddamn it!
Give me your pies ...
cause i know the man, i know the family
- We need a fire truck. - What?
SHIT SHIT SHIT
Twenty minutes. Go by foot. No rush.
SHIT! Goddamn cellular fucking phones!
His own wife wants nothing to do with him ...
All right, all right!
Hey, what was the lottery number last night? Huh?
- waitin' for this freakin' thing to blow up! - Okay.
Go fuck yourself!
Are you done, Lieutenant?
where you tell me what the fuck this has to do with me, huh?
You guys play the lottery? No?
Look, all brothers don't know how to shoot guns, you racist motherfucker.
Bird!
- Exactly ten quarters. - Well, maybe they were making long-distance phone calls.
You got any aspirins?
- What else is 21? Black Jack. - It's a club.
All right, let's see to the office work.
Telephone? House? Anything unusual at all?
I got him, Connie. He's taking the scenic route.
I will call you in 15 minutes on the pay phone outside the station.
- You gotta get to that pay phone by 10:20! - What are you gonna do?
Time?
McClane! McClane, watch it.
Hey, hey, where are you going? Come here. What are ya doin'?
Some guy named Arthur.
Non-compliance will result in a penalty.
- We can jump. - What?
- Isn't that right near that Wall Street bomb site we just left? - Yeah.
- Maybe it's 'cause of the radio. - You mean like they're after us? Nah.
- Okay, I'll be right back. - Down!
Mm-mmm.
Turley!! Half the U.S. people just called 911!!!
You gotta take the safety catch off.
Coast Guard.
- Obviously. - All right, I know. Here we go.
- What do you think, guys? You'll be able to fix that? - Just a minute now.
- Zeus, hold up. Whoa! - John?
That's a priority out in California.
l could spend a week in here with an X-ray machine and still not find it.
Where are my pigeons now?
- It's played hell with our alarms, I'm afraid. - I trust there's nothing wrong.
Simon says, get to the pay phone ...
Sir, please. I need to use that phone.
City Engineer's Office.
Simon, wait.
- A what? - Like epoxy, two liquids.
And, Jurgen, you'll be the padre!
so was she.
John, this is Andy Cross with the F.B.I.
Damn! Get in there.
All the cops are into somethin'. It's Christmas, You could steal city hall!
Back the fuck up! Now!
Simon fuckin' says!
Yeah, well, I got some bad news. You're only gonna blow up with me.
Oh, dear. I told you that Park Drive is always jammed.
Come on, come on.
You've made a very bad mistake.
I'm talking about police, transit, sanitation, fire, even the goddamn librarians
This was never about revenge. It's about a goddamn heist.
- Shit! - Exactly four gallons.
Zip.
Whoa.
You gotta take the safety catch off.
- Huh? - You all right?
You were gonna call me a shovel weren't you?
Oh, no, that's a pity. And after we've gone to all that trouble at the stadium.
- I listen to you all the time. - Thank you. What do you wanna talk about?
It's nice to be needed
- Good Lord! - Yes, yes.
I have something personal to finish.
- Honey, I'm a cop. I need the phone right now - I'm sorry, but I
Anybody following you at all? Any kind of surveillance?
Oh, no. Good Lord, no. Safe and secure.
Stay back!
¿Por qué me llamas jesús? ¿tengo cara de puertorriqueño?
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No! Dre Dredges. Dredges!
Sergeant Turley! Sergeant Turley!
Shut the fuck up, McClane! He said seven wives with seven sacks.
Cut this shit off him!
No. I don't think I'm gonna arrest you.
You sound like a real smart guy. What is it that you want?
Oh, shit! Ow, damn it, my foot!
Look around all the kids are into something You could steal Harmony Park
Respect. Now, who's the bad guys?
- We can jump. - Outta your fuckin' mind? It's 100 feet down to the deck!
- How do you do, Inspector? - How do you do, Principal Martinez?
"This is Mr. Mullin. He's"
- What the hell are you doin'? - Get ready. Lean forward.
Don't fuck with me or I'll shove a lightning bolt up your ass!
- Damn, McClane, you know, I was just startin' to like you. - Well, don't. I'm an asshole.
English-speaking troops-
- Shit, this is gonna take a miracle. Swing it. - Keep your fingers crossed.
What the fuck you laughin' about?
- John, John, calm yourself. - Huh?
Shit! Shit! I told you not to open it!
Where do you think we found that bomb?
K-9, bring it around to the back. Check out the boiler room.
when some dumb Irish flatfoot drops him out of a window.