Lieutenant Danny Roman: A quick lesson in lying. See, this is what us real cops do: We study liars. Example: If I ask you a question about something visual, like your favorite color, your eyes go up and to the left. Neurophysiology tells us your eyes go in that direction, because you're accessing the visual cortex. So you're telling the truth. If your eyes go up and right, you're accessing the brain's creative centers and we know you're full of shit.
Miklo: What am I going to tell my parole officer?
Popeye: Tell him to suck his pee-pee.
Leslie Rodgers: How do you sleep at night?
Parker: I don't drink coffee after 7.
Matt Farrell: You just killed a helicopter with a car!
John McClane: I was out of bullets.
Dick Harper: Son of a bitch.
Jane Harper: That fucker.
Dick Harper: Hon, language.
Connor MacManus: You ready for this shit, my dear brother?
Murphy MacManus: Let's do some gratuitous violence.
[Woman checks the back pockets of Wally's pants for the coin.]
Wally: I don't know what you're looking for, but it's a little to the right.
[Guy yells at John in Russian and John punches him.]
John McClane: Do you think I understand a word you're saying!?!
Randall Bragg: I told you you'd never hang me, Cole.
Virgil Cole: Never ain't here yet.
Harry Callahan: We're not just going to let you walk out of here.
Crook: Who's "we", sucker?
Harry Callahan: Smith, and Wesson, and me.
Frank White: From now on, nothing goes down unless I'm involved. No blackjack no dope deals, no nothing. A nickel bag gets sold in the park, I want in. You guys got fat while everybody starved on the street. Now it's my turn.
Jack Colt: Who are you?
Mr. Jigsaw: I'm your worst nightmare.
Jack Colt: No, waking up without my penis is my worst nightmare.
Louis Booker: Don't worry, Charlie. We'll get the money back, all right? He can't go far.
Charlie Carbone: It's a continent, Louis. He can go very far.
Louis Booker: I know it's a continent. I read the book.
Charlie Carbone: Did you happen to read the chapter on not putting your jacket on a wild animal?
Louis Booker: No, but I did read the chapter on how an aborigine can kill a white man with a twig. Do you want to see that one?
Hoffman: You wanna know the only thing that's wrong with killing you, Jill? I can only do it once.