Die Hard 2 (1990)
Bruce Willis: John McClane
Photos
Quotes
-
Grant : You're the wrong guy in the wrong place at the wrong time.
John McClane : Story of my life.
-
John McClane : Oh man, I can't fucking believe this. Another basement, another elevator. How can the same shit happen to the same guy twice?
-
John McClane : Yippee-ki-yay, motherfucker.
-
John McClane : That punk pulled a Glock 7 on me. You know what that is? It's a porcelain gun made in Germany. Dosen't show up on your airport X-ray machines, here, and it cost more than you make in a month.
Carmine Lorenzo : You'd be a surprised what I make in a month.
John McClane : If it's more than a dollar ninety-eight I'd be very surprised.
-
Samantha Coleman : You give me this story and I'll have your baby.
John McClane : That's not the kind of ride I'm looking for!
-
John McClane : [McClane is forced to crawl through yet another ventilation system] Just once, I'd like a regular, normal Christmas. Eggnog, a fuckin' Christmas tree, a little turkey. But, no. I gotta crawl around in this motherfuckin' tin can.
-
John McClane : Guess I was wrong about you. You're not such an asshole after all.
Grant : Oh, you were right. I'm just your kind of asshole.
-
John McClane : [John can't get out from under his parachute] Where's the fuckin' door?
-
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 brains?
[under his breath]
John McClane : Fat fuck.
-
Al Powell : You're not pissing in somebody's pool, are you?
John McClane : Yeah, and I'm fresh outta chlorine.
-
Holly McClane : They told me there were terrorists at the airport.
John McClane : Yeah, I heard that too.
-
Marvin : You like it, huh? How 'bout you give me twenty bucks for it?
John McClane : How 'bout I let you live?
Marvin : Man knows how to bargain.
-
John McClane : Holly! Here's your fucking landing light. Whoo!
-
Al Powell : What's this about?
John McClane : Oh, just a feeling I have.
Al Powell : Ouch. When you get those feelings, insurance companies start to go bankrupt.
-
John McClane : [during the fight with Col.Stuart] Motherfuckin' motherfucker!
-
Trudeau : Alright, we've got a body in the morgue that seems to have died twice. Assuming it's not a computer error, what do we assume?
John McClane : That somebody's about to seriously fuck with this airport.
Trudeau : What the hell is that supposed to mean? I mean, I know we're dummies up here, McClane, so give us a little taste of your brilliant genius! I mean, you talking about a hijacking, a robbery or what?
John McClane : Look, I'm not sure. All I know, is...
Carmine Lorenzo : Oh, he's not sure! Well, I'm stunned! I gotta lie down!
John McClane : The only people that go to this much trouble are professionals, not luggage thieves and not punks!
Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes : Professional at what?
John McClane : [holding up the fax] What the fuck do you this is, huh? The safety patrol, here? This is the resume of a professional mercenary! You got the world's biggest drug dealer on his way here, now. What, do you need, a slide rule to figure this out? Or maybe another body in a zipper bag before you start asking questions?
Carmine Lorenzo : Hey, pal, you're the one that gave us that fuckin' body, remember that.
John McClane : Yeah, I remember that.
-
Rent-A-Car Girl : I close in about an hour. Maybe we can go get a drink?
John McClane : [shows his wedding ring] Just the fax, ma'am. Just the fax.
-
Holly McClane : Honey, it's the '90s, remember? Microchips, microwaves, faxes, *air phones*.
John McClane : Hey, well, as far as I'm concerned, progress peaked with frozen pizza.
-
John McClane : All right, just stay here and get ready to call the marines.
Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes : I thought they were the army.
John McClane : Who gives a fuck, just be ready.
-
Grant : Too bad, McClane. I kind of liked you.
John McClane : I got enough friends.
-
John McClane : [to Al Powell] Take the Twinkie out of your mouth and grab a pencil, will ya?
-
John McClane : Oh, we are just up to our ass in terrorists again, John?
-
Carmine Lorenzo : Hey McClane! You get this parking ticket in front of my airport?
John McClane : Yeah.
Carmine Lorenzo : [Lorenzo tears ticket up] Ah, what the hell; it's Christmas!
-
John McClane : What do you say, Marv?
Marvin : I'll be damned if I'm gonna clean up this mess.
-
Gen. Ramon Esperanza : [Esperanza has landed the plane and steps outside] Freedom!
John McClane : [punches him] Not yet!
John McClane : [draws his gun on Esperanza] You're supposed to stay in your seat until the plane reaches the terminal. No frequent flier mileage for you.
Gen. Ramon Esperanza : Who are you?
John McClane : A cop.
Gen. Ramon Esperanza : A cop?
John McClane : Yeah. One of the good guys. You see, you're one of the bad guys, and now that I got your sorry ass, I'm gonna trade it for my wife.
-
Chopper Pilot : [McClane is showing his nervousness while riding in a helicopter] What's the matter, cowboy? Ride too rough?
John McClane : I don't like to fly.
Samantha Coleman : Then what are you doing here?
John McClane : I don't like to lose either.
-
Morgue Worker : [John McClane is taking a dead guy's fingerprints] Hey. You're supposed to do that at the morgue.
John McClane : Not anymore. Got a new SOP for DOA's from the FAA.
-
Maj. Grant : [Grant and his men have landed in their choppers] Major Grant. We're Blue Light.
Rollins, Department of Justice Representative : Rollins, Department of Justice.
Trudeau : Trudeau, Chief of Air Operations.
Carmine Lorenzo : Lorenzo, Terminal Police. You want something, you got it.
John McClane : This is it? One fucking platoon?
Maj. Grant : One crisis, one platoon. Who are you?
John McClane : John McClane.
Maj. Grant : McClane, you showed some balls out there, man.
John McClane : Yeah.
Maj. Grant : Now, show some good sense. Let the pros handle this.
John McClane : Yeah, well, it looks like the pros are on the wrong team tonight. Isn't Colonel Stuart one of your men?
Maj. Grant : No, not anymore he's not. Now we're here to take Colonel Stuart down. And we will take him down. You see, I served with him. I taught him everything he knows.
John McClane : Well, maybe he's learned a few more things since then.
-
[Kahn comes down from the choir loft and joins Colonel Stuart and Garber]
Kahn : Sir! We just monitored a call from the chief engineer. Our people took out their SWAT team, *completely*.
Garber : You were right. They went for the antenna array. We're right on schedule.
Colonel Stuart : Losing our own team wasn't part of the plan.
[He goes over to the phone and dials; he is heard in the tower and by McClane over Barnes's phone]
Colonel Stuart : Attention, Dulles Tower. Attention, Dulles Control Tower. Mr. Trudeau, I know you're listening. Unfortunately, you're not obeying.
Trudeau : [to himself] Draw me face to face. We'll see.
Colonel Stuart : You were warned not to try to restore your systems. You've wasted lives and precious time on a futile and obvious target. Now you're gonna pay the penalty.
John McClane : [on the Skywalk, through Barnes's phone] I've got five dead officers down here, Colonel Stuart! Is that penalty enough?
[Lorenzo goes over to the phone]
Carmine Lorenzo : McClane, you keep out of this! You've been enough of a pain...
[He stops midsentence when he notices Trudeau glaring unhappily at him]
Colonel Stuart : Oh, McClane. John McClane. The policeman hero who saved the Nakatomi hostages. I read about you in People Magazine. You seemed a bit out of your league on Nightline, I thought.
John McClane : Hey, Colonel. Blow me! How much drug money is Esperanza paying you to turn traitor?
Colonel Stuart : I think Cardinal Richilieu said it best: "Treason is merely a matter of dates." This country's got to learn that it can't keep cutting the legs off of men like General Esperanza. Men who have the guts to stand up against Communist aggression.
John McClane : And Lesson #1 starts with killing policemen? What's Lesson #2, the neutron bomb?
Colonel Stuart : No. I think we can find something in between. Watch this!
[Hangs up and turns to Thompson]
Colonel Stuart : Give me a flight number - one that's low on fuel.
[Thompson hands him a slip]
Thompson : Windsor 114, transatlantic from London. Fuel tanks dry as a martini.
Colonel Stuart : Activate the ILS landing system. Recalibrate sea level - *minus* 200 feet.
[Thompson rotates a dial and taps his pen on a computer screen to recalibrate the system]
Controller in tower : Oh Jesus! They've reset ground level minus 200 feet!
-
John McClane : I'll make you a deal, Marvin. You show me a shortcut out to those runways and I'll get you a liner for that coat.
-
Carmine Lorenzo : Yeah, yeah, I know who you are. You're the asshole who just broke 7 FAA and 5 District of Columbia regulations running round my airport with a gun, shooting at people. What do you call that shit?
John McClane : Self-defense.
Carmine Lorenzo : [scoffs] And you think that LA badge is gonna get you a free lunch or something around here?
John McClane : Your boys just walked away from a crime scene, Captain. You can't deal this thing up in 10 minutes, and you know it. You gotta seal the area off, take pictures...
Carmine Lorenzo : [cuts him off] Hey, don't lecture me, hotshot. I know what I'm doing. We'll dust it down, we'll, uh, sweep for fibers...
John McClane : Just shut down the area and...
Carmine Lorenzo : Oh, it's that simple, huh? Just shut the area down? Yeah, and I got everybody from the Schriner's convention to the goddamn boy scouts tapering through here.
[a woman starts to walk into the office with a handful of papers]
Carmine Lorenzo : I got lost kids, lost dogs-
[notices the woman]
Carmine Lorenzo : Not now! Later!
[to McClane]
Carmine Lorenzo : I got international diplomats. I got a fuckin' reindeer flyin' in here from the fuckin' petting zoo! But, John McClane, he's got a little problem. He'll, let's shut down the whole fuckin' airport! Now, what do you think they're gonna say upstairs when I tell them that?
John McClane : Why don't you pick up the phone and find out?
Carmine Lorenzo : Because I don't need full fuckin' forensics that tell me all this was was some punk stealing luggage!
John McClane : Hey, that guy 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 your. -ray machines, and it costs more than you make in a month!
Carmine Lorenzo : You'd be surprised what I make in a month.
John McClane : If it's more than $1.98, I'd be very surprised.
Carmine Lorenzo : McClane, don't start believing your own press, huh?
[snatches the paper from McClane's hand]
Carmine Lorenzo : Yeah, yeah, I know all about you and that Nakatomi thing in LA. Look, you are in my little pond now. And I am the big fish that runs it. So, you cap some low-life. Fine.
[presses a button sending two officers to throw McClane out of the office]
Carmine Lorenzo : I'll send your fuckin' captain in LA a fuckin' commendation. Now, in the meantime, you get the hell out of my office before I throw you out of my goddamn airport!
[2 officers arrive and stare at McClane, waiting for him to leave]
John McClane : [pauses in the doorway] Come on, let me ask you something. What set off the metal detectors first? The lead in your ass, or the shit in your brains?
[whispers]
John McClane : Fat fuck.
-
John McClane : Excuse me, officers. This may sound like a wild goose chase, but, I think I just saw...
Sgt. Vito Lorenzo : Saw what?
John McClane : Elvis. Elvis Presley.
Sgt. Vito Lorenzo : [after McClane leaves, Sgt Lorenzo turns to his partner] Fucking tourists. Oughta be a law.
-
John McClane : [TV Edit] Yippie-kai-yay, Mr. Falcon.
-
Trudeau : [after McClane has failed to prevent the Windsor plane crash triggered by Col. Stuart] McClane, I know what you must feel.
John McClane : I wanted to help those people tonight. I was pretty goddamn useless.
-
[the SWAT team escorting Barnes reaches the moving sidewalk on the Annex Skywalk]
Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes : [on the phone with Trudeau] We're in the Annex Skywalk. I can see the array. I'll give you a call for protocol tests as soon as it's hot. That's all for now.
[hangs up; we hear Barnes give an instruction to the SWAT team's sergeant. At the other end of the sidewalk, we see Sheldon set down his roller and start to reach for his gun]
Sergeant : Right, sir. You've got it.
[At the end of the sidewalk, O'Reilly presses the stop button that shuts down the walkway. All six of the men nearly lose their balance; he then turns his back to them]
Sergeant : What the hell's going on?
[to the worker at the end of the sidewalk]
Sergeant : Hey! Put that back on!
[as they continue along the walkway, Mulkey and Shockley start to reach for their weapons]
Sergeant : Hey, asshole! Whadda I look like to you?
[O'Reilly turns around, holding a Glock 17 in his left hand]
O'Reilly : A sitting duck!
[He shoots the Sergeant in the head, killing him instantly; he then dives for cover as the other officers return fire; McClane hears the gunfire from inside the ventilation shaft]
John McClane : Shit!
[He draws his Beretta 92FS and checks the slide]
John McClane : Damnit! I hate it when I'm right!
[He continues crawling along at a much faster speed]
-
John McClane : If Esperanza gets on that plane and makes it to a country that has no extradition treaties, we're fucked.
-
John McClane : Hi... I need to borrow
[grabs a stamp ink pad and paper]
John McClane : this and this... I'll bring it right back
Rent-A-Car Girl : HEY!
-
John McClane : [fighting Stuart] This is for Flight 114, motherfucker!
-
Al Powell : [on phone] Well, he's dead!
John McClane : You needed a computer to figure that one out?
Al Powell : No, no, no - you don't follow me. According to the Department of Defense he's been dead for two years.
-
John McClane : Just shut down that area and send your people in.
Carmine Lorenzo : Oh, just shut the area down - it's that simple is it? Just shut the area down? Yeah - and I got everybody from the Shriners Convention to the goddamn Boy Scouts traipsing through here. I got lost kids, lost dogs - I got international diplomats - I got a fuckin' reindeer flying in here from the fuckin' petting zoo.
-
[McClane leaves the payphones, and nearly collides with Colonel Stuart]
Col. Stuart : Excuse me.
[Stuart stares coldly at McClane]
John McClane : Oh you look very familiar to me.
Col. Stuart : [hesitates] I get that a lot. I've been on TV.
John McClane : Yeah. You, too.
[They head on their separate ways, though Stuart takes a second look at McClane as he disappears into the crowd]
-
John McClane : [noticing Baker on guard duty] Could be a sentry.
Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes : And he could just be out for a walk.
John McClane : Then why is he going over his own footsteps?
-
[Trudeau and Barnes are conversing]
Trudeau : Great, National just shut down! Totally iced. They're gonna be sending us THEIR planes!
Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes : Happy, happy holidays.
[Lorenzo follows Trudeau up the stairs to the control tower]
Carmine Lorenzo : ...the worst part, Mr. Trudeau, is the press. Oh they were here anyways - crawling all over the Esperanza story - so they got it right on the fucking news, you know, bloodstains and all. Now personally, I'd like to lock every damn reporter out of the airport. But then they'd just pull that "freedom of speech" crap on us and the ACLU would be all over us.
Trudeau : [goes over to the window and looks out over the airfield] Murder on television. Helluva start to Christmas week.
Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes : What is it? A gang thing like last time?
[McClane comes in]
John McClane : Only if your gangs get their training at Fort Bragg.
-
John McClane : I'm here alone in D.C. with my in-laws...
Al Powell : Ahh, the old in-laws huh? Man they do love their policeman son-in-laws don't they?
-
Carmine Lorenzo : I don't need full fuckin' forensics to tell me all this was was some punks stealing luggage.
John McClane : Luggage... that "punk" pulled a Glock 7 on me.
-
[McClane takes the dead henchman's fingerprints]
Morgue Worker : Hey, you're supposed to do that at the morgue.
John McClane : Not any more. We've got a new S.O.P. for DOAs from the FAA!
-
John McClane : I'm the cop, that was the bad guy...
Airport Cop : Where's your I.D.?
John McClane : [feels around trying to find his badge] ... On its way to Cleveland?
-
[Stuart has had Thompson recalibrate the ILS landing system]
Col. Stuart : [adapting a slight disguise to his voice] Windsor Flight 1-1-4, this is Dulles Approach. Do you copy?
Pilot (Windsor Flight 114) : Dulles Approach, this is Windsor 1-1-4. Where the devil have you been?
Col. Stuart : Roger, 1-1-4, Dulles Approach. We've been right here all along, old man. Our systems only came back online just this very second. Windsor 1-1-4, you are cleared for ILS approach to Runway Two-Niner. Contact Dulles Tower frequency at the outer marker.
[On the Skywalk, McClane runs over to the windows]
John McClane : Jesus Christ, he's gonna crash the fucking plane!
Pilot (Windsor Flight 114) : Roger, Approach, it's about time. I've got 230 people up here flying on petrol fumes.
Col. Stuart : Roger, 1-1-4, understand. Calibrate Dulles Altimeter setting Two-Niner-Niner-Two.
John McClane : Why are they listening to him?
Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes : It's our frequency! Why shouldn't they?
[On the plane, the captain speaks into the intercom]
Pilot (Windsor Flight 114) : Ladies and gentlemen, as you've probably noticed, we've started our descent. We're sorry for the inconvenience but we'll all be on the ground in a few minutes.
[the passengers applaud and stewardesses start moving through the cabin doing a seatbelt check]
Stewardess (Windsor Flight 114) : [to one passenger] Oh not to worry, we've made arrangements for your next flight so you won't miss it.
[to a straggler]
Stewardess (Windsor Flight 114) : In your seat, please. Come on, in your seat.
[kneels next to an anxious old woman]
Stewardess (Windsor Flight 114) : Oh, hey. We're just like British Rail, luv: we may be late but we get you there.
[On the Skywalk, Barnes uses a painter's uniform to lower McClane down to the tarmac]
Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes : Good luck, McClane!
[McClane grabs two pipes and a lighter and heads for the runway. When he gets over there, he puts small pieces of fabric from the uniform onto the ends of the pipes and lights them. On the plane, the outer marker light comes on]
Pilot (Windsor Flight 114) : Dulles, this is Windsor 1-1-4 inside the outer marker.
[Stuart begins communicating with them again, this time using his own voice]
Col. Stuart : Roger one-fourteen. This is Dulles Tower. We have radar contact and show you on ILS. You're in the glide path and looking good.
[McClane starts waving his improvised torches, as the pilots start landing procedures]
Pilot (Windsor Flight 114) : Approach flaps.
[the co-pilot presses the button to deploy the flaps]
Co-Pilot (Windsor Flight 114) : Approach flaps.
Pilot (Windsor Flight 114) : Approach speed 130.
[the co-pilot copies him]
Co-Pilot (Windsor Flight 114) : Approach speed 130. Altitude 1,000 feet.
[a few seconds later]
Co-Pilot (Windsor Flight 114) : Ref speed +20. 600 feet.
Col. Stuart : Looking good Windsor. Now watch it - 30 knot crosswinds and the runway is icy. Attaboy, we've got ya. We've got ya...
[McClane waves his torches more aggressively as the plane flies over his head]
John McClane : Pull up!
[the pilots come out of the fog and suddenly see the runway right underneath them]
Pilot (Windsor Flight 114) , Co-Pilot (Windsor Flight 114) : Jesus!
[the plane hits the ground with a slight bank to the right, causing the landing gear to collapse. As the belly of the plane skids down the runway, sparks ignite the ruptured fuel tanks, which explode. McClane dives to the ground. The pilots' screams are audible on Stuart's systems]
Col. Stuart : We've got ya.
[a fireball engulfs the plane as burning debris hurtles down the runway. As the debris settles, McClane gets to his feet]
John McClane : Motherfucker!
[Dead silence in the church; Stuart picks up the phone]
Col. Stuart : That concludes our object lesson for this evening. If the 747 we requested is ready on time and General Esperanza's plane arrives unmolested, further lessons can be avoided. Out.
-
John McClane : Holly!... There's your fricken landing-light!
-
[Esperanza's plane has appeared; Stuart impersonates the control tower to talk to the plane]
Col. Stuart : Dulles Tower, Foxtrot Michael One. Dulles Tower, Foxtrot Michael One.
Pilot (Foreign Military Plane) : This is Foxtrot Michael One, Dulles. We read you, over.
Col. Stuart : Foxtrot Michael One, you are to come in on Runway 1-5. I repeat: 1-5.
[In the back of the plane, Esperanza strangles and kills his guard; cuts to McClane and Marvin in the basement]
Marvin : [about the radio he lifted from one of Stuart's henchmen] I found it on the floor next to the luggage belt. What the hell are you so excited about?
John McClane : The code's still punched into this one.
Marvin : You like it, huh? How 'bout you give me twenty bucks for it.
John McClane : How 'bout I let you live?
Marvin : Man knows how to barter.
[Cuts back to the pilots of Esperanza's plane]
Pilot (Foreign Military Plane) : This is contrary to our instructions. We are to land at Runway 1-0, where we are to be met by representatives of your Justice Dep...
[He is interrupted by the sound of someone cocking a pistol, and turns around to see Esperanza pointing a gun at his head]
Gen. Ramon Esperanza : Captain, please tell the tower you will proceed as ordered.
[the pilot looks at his co-pilot, then back at Esperanza, then finally speaks into his headset]
Pilot (Foreign Military Plane) : Roger, Dulles. Proceeding to Runway 1-5.
[the co-pilot immediately grabs for the gun. As he struggles with Esperanza, he is shot in the chest, while another errant shot goes through the cockpit window; the resulting noise startles Stuart in the church and Trudeau in the control tower]
Col. Stuart : Foxtrot Michael One, come in please.
[In the plane, Esperanza trains his gun on the pilot again]
Pilot (Foreign Military Plane) : What are you gonna do now? You gonna shoot me? Then who would fly the plane?
Gen. Ramon Esperanza : [smiles] Don't worry about it. It's not your problem.
[He shoots and kills the pilot, then takes the pilot's seat. He pulls out a radio transceiver and presses the descrambler code]
Gen. Ramon Esperanza : Eagle Nest, this is Falcon, Mayday. Eagle Nest, this is Falcon, mayday.
[Hearing Esperanza communicating over the radio instead of over the tower frequency, Garber hands Stuart a radio]
Col. Stuart : Go ahead, Falcon.
Gen. Ramon Esperanza : I've lost cabin pressure. Near zero visibility. I must get out of the storm, and land now, on the first accessible runway.
