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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