Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Nakatomi Plaza

Oh my God, the quarterback is TOAST!

I'm Agent Johnson, this is Special Agent Johnson. No relation.

All right, listen up guys. 'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except for the four assholes coming in the rear in standard two-by-two cover formation.

Sister Teresa called me Mr McClane in the Third Grade. My friends call me John... and you're neither, shithead.

Wait a minute, wait a minute. What have we here, gentlemen? The police have themselves an RV.

and then, my favorite:

John McClane: Is the building on fire?
Sergeant Al Powell: No, but it's gonna need a paint job and a shit load of screen doors.

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