Fritz: I owe you an apology.
Gray: Just one?
Fritz: For ruining the funeral.
Gray: Yeah, if it hadn't been for you, that would've been one great day.
David Dutton: Don't ask me why I can't leave without my wife and I won't ask you why you can.
Russell Clank: Is he dead?
David Dutton: Well if he is, he won't mind waiting.
George Hearst: I'm coming for you, Marshal.
Seth Bullock: I expect you will, Senator.
Kelly: Those crazy little fuckers man, they sure know their numbers.
Kelly: Hey, you guys know Matty? I hung with him last night. Guy's the tits.
Kelly: Friends don't fuck with each other's business.
Kelly: Ok people, let's make some fuckie Fuckie.
Kelly: Stay in school.
Kelly: Ah, it's cool. I like runnin' errands.
Nika Boronina: What colour underwear am I wearing?
Agent 47: You're not wearing any underwear.
Agent 47: Nika.
Nika Boronina: Yes?
Agent 47: Stop talking or I'll put you back in the trunk.
Agent 47: The man you've been chasing is a killer. A Ghost. Rumor has it that he works for a group known only as "The Organization." So secret, no-one knows it exists. Takes no sides - yet it has ties to every government. Its sole purpose is the training and conditioning of professional killers. These men are selected at birth - rejects, orphans - all of them - unwanted and disposable. They are made experts in every aspect of combat. And programmed for one purpose... To Kill.
Nika Boronina: So are you going to kill me?
Agent 47: No.
Nika Boronina: You don't want to fck me and you don't want to kill me. I've never felt so much indifference in my entire life.
Nika Boronina: What are you going to do?
Agent 47: What I do.
Henri: We don't love like the humans. With us it's forever. You will never forget.
Thomas Gabriel: [Probing a gunshot wound in McClane's shoulder with his gun.] On your tombstone, it should say "Always at the wrong place at the wrong time."
John McClane: How about... [grunts.] Yippee-ki-yay... Motherfucker! [Grabs the gun and fires it through himself and into Gabriel.].
Thomas Gabriel: McClane? I thought I killed you already.
John McClane: I get that sometimes.
Sean Vetter: I like this car.
Hollywood Jack: Hey, nice truck.
Sean Vetter: Thanks.
Hollywood Jack: In fact, I was thinking about trading this one in for, like, seven of those.
