A Good Day to Die Hard Quotes

John McClane: Need a hug?

Jack McClane: We're not a hugging family.

John McClane: Damn straight!

Jack McClane: Certain death.

John McClane: Like your mother's cooking.

Komarov: [from trailer] You're crazy.

John McClane: A little bit.

Jack McClane: [looking out the window] John!

John McClane: What do you got?

Jack McClane: A big old bird!

John McClane: [as they gear up] You got a plan?

Jack McClane: Not really. I kinda thought we would just wing it, you know. Running in, guns blazing! Make it up as we go.

John McClane: [during a shoot out] You remember the last time we talked just before you went away?

Jack McClane: Ah no. No! No, no, you're not gonna open up to me before we die. That's not your thing, John.

John McClane: What's my thing?

Jack McClane: Fucking killing bad guys, that's your thing!

John McClane: [preparing to return fire] You're not gonna die today.

Komarov: Goddamn Americans. You think you're so smart.

John McClane: No, I'm not that smart. I'm just on vacation.

[repeated line]

John McClane: I'm on fucking vacation!

John McClane: [punching a Russian motorist after an argument] D'you think I'd understand a word you say?

John McClane: [gets into car; sarcastically] Jesus Christ. It's OK, I'm fine, thanks.

[last lines]

Jack McClane: Hey, lemme ask you something. Do you go looking for trouble, or does it always find you?

John McClane: You know, after all these years, I'm still asking myself the same question.

[last lines]

John McClane: So we're not going to grow any third arms or anything are we?

Jack McClane: Nah. You might loose your hair.

John McClane: Ha! Laugh it up kid. This is your five years from now.

Jack McClane: It's rain water and fire. Besides, it's hard to kill a McClane.

John McClane: *Now* you're a McClane?

Jack McClane: Yeah, I'm a McClane. John McClane.

John McClane: John McClane, Junior.

Jack McClane: Well, that makes you a Senior.

John McClane: That's right. Try not to forget it. I'm your father. Have some respect for your father.

Jack McClane: Let me ask you something. You lookin' for trouble, or does it always seem to find *you*?

John McClane: You know, after all these years, I still ask myself the same question.

Murphy: He'll be lucky to get life.

John McClane: He can never get out of his own way... He had a lot of problems... He's still my kid.

Murphy: I know. But it's Russia. They do things differently over there.

John McClane: Me, too.

John McClane: [while driving on the cars and trucks, phone rings] Oh, for the love of...

[picks up a phone]

John McClane: Hi, honey.

Lucy: Dad? Can you hear me? How is Moscow?

John McClane: Can I call you back?

Lucy: Wait, don't, don't...

John McClane: [woman screams] Sorry, ma'am!

[a blaring car horn]

John McClane: Sorry!

Alik: [laughs out loud at Jack] Did you see this guy?

Lucy: Dad, can you hear me? Dad, are you still there? Dad?

Alik: Oh, man!

John McClane: [bumps against Alik's military vehicle] Knock, knock.

[bumps again]

John McClane: [to Lucy] You still there?

Lucy: Yeah, yeah, I'm here. So, how is Jack? Have you seen him?

John McClane: Uh, yep, looking right at him.

Lucy: Is he okay?

John McClane: I haven't really caught up with him yet, but he looks good. I'm gonna have to call you back.

Lucy: What's going on there?

John McClane: Luce, can I call you right back?

Lucy: Don't hang up...

Komarov: [Jack has caught him and is holding him near the rooftop] Well done, Mr. Super-spy! It's a shame your father won't be alive to see you promoted!

[laughs evilly]

Jack McClane: Neither will you!

[throws Komarov off the building and gets shredded by the rotor of the helicopter]

John McClane: What's with the "John" shit? What happened to "Dad"?

Jack McClane: That's a good question.

Jack McClane: Gimme your phone.

[John hands Jack his phone. Jack stomps on it repeatedly]

John McClane: ...it's a two year contract on that phone.

Alik: Give me your weapons.

John McClane: Come and get 'em.

Jack McClane: [entering the derelict Chernobyl plant] What does this remind you of?

John McClane: Newark