Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Just get me some aspirins, will ya? - Okay. Hold this here.
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Why do you keep calling me Jesus? I look Puerto Rican to you???
Ты сказал что ты шаришь в этой тебе. Ты...
-Should we tell Dane he's cancelled? -Nah fuck it, let him cook.
Ninety blocks in 30 minutes in New York traffic?
Come on.
Have I oppressed you? Have I oppressed your people somehow?
Watch .. Watch it! Go!
- Tell him to find out who the 21st president was. - Chester A. Arthur.
All right.
- Apart from the depository, of course. - Of course.
No.
Wait. This isn't a taxi. You don't understand.
Fourteen. Jesus! Is somebody starting a construction company?
Tomorrow, we have to decide ...
- L.A. - What?
Put it down!
Shit.
We're gonna have to do this all by ourselves. Let's go.
Hey, fellas. Mickey O'Brien, aqueduct security.
Hi, kids. I know you usually have assembly on Fridays, but today is special.
- Yeah! Come on, come on. Move your hands. - Get it?
Don't call me boy.
Forgive me. Would you help Mr. McClane below?
- Now it's gonna go fast. Lean forward. - What the fuck you doin'?
What were you saying?
or I'll cave your head in.
I thought you said you knew?!
¿Por qué me llamas jesús?¿tengo cara de puertorriqueño?
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They don't allow AI on the slacks
I ain't gonna know till I ask him.
- I found out who was the 21st president. - Who?
Hey, get outta there! Get outta there! Duck, asshole!
- Are you there, dear? - Yes, we're here.
Connie, I want you to get started on the witness sheet. Ricky, you and Joe ...
- Shit, it's too far! - Over here. Down.
Oh, yes, I understand. I understand that you're a fuckin' wacko ...
We go find Simon ...
No.
72nd Street subway, pay phone, 15 minutes.
So, I want you to divide in half, and I want half of you to go over here
- What's 21 out of 42? - Twenty-one again. Half of 42. Forty-two what?
Oh, shit! Jesus! Come on, come on, come on!
pump into the clear before it detonates.
I have to answer that phone.
- McClane! - Where are ya?
The only thing better than blowin' up $100 billion worth of gold ...
He's two steps shy of being a full-blown smoloholic One step...
Dawson Knox, ha, is for touchdowns
Hey, Walter, how about you mind your fucking business about Holly, huh?
- They're wastin' their time. There's no gold out there. - What do you mean?
Seven wives times seven, 49. With seven cats. Seven times 49 is ... 343, right?
One ounce or more less will result in detonation.
Trust me, guys.
Almost, almost. Yeah, all right!
Every wife had seven sacks. Every sack had seven cats. Every cat had seven kittens.
HOW COLORFUL
- Run, goddamn it! Run! Come on! - I am!
I keep tellin' myself I'm gonna take the stairs just for the exercise.
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Did you talk with Holly?
Thanks, guys. Appreciate this.
Oh, fuck! Shit!
Hey, listen, we got a report of a guy comin' through here with eight reindeer-
Would you give him a quarter?
- What the fuck are you doin'? - Interrogatin' him.
Yeah. Yeah, sure. Jimmy!
No, I didn't talk to Holly.
- We fill the three-gallon jug exactly to the top, right? - Uh-huh.
- Yeah, he's here too. - And may I speak with him?
We drown him.
- What the hell? You give us pictures and then - We want to hear what he knows.
TV's got us. TV's got us. We gotta release these traffic guys.
There was never any bomb in the school, was there?
Yeah, use a key.
What am I supposed to do with this?
- But not to the crane it isn't. - The cables would cut you in half.
343 times seven is One, zero, 24.2, 401!
Yeah? McClane.
- What? - There's gold in the Federal Reserve ...
All right now, men, let's go! Let's go!
Hey!
- What the hell is goin' on? - Stop. Let me explain.
Do you understand me, John?
John, you're out of shape. You barely made it.
- John, he beat all of us. - He wasn't playin' against you.
What are the odds of us making it down here on time?
They got a motherfucker on there called Lurch.
He gave you clues to his identity. He spoke German.
Oh, shit!
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Did you say 2,400 pounds?
Walter, I think we're cuttin' this a little thin.
- You better stop fuckin' laughin' and undo these cuffs! - I'm almost there!
Detective. Bob Thompson.
And we have three hours and 15 minutes to do it in.
What the fuck is sort of separated?
- Oh, shit! Where did it go? - Find it, all right?
Take this off me, Dave.
But we seem to be going east.