Die Hard 2 (1990)
Fred Dalton Thompson: Trudeau
Trudeau : Alright, we've got a body in the morgue that seems to have died twice. Assuming it's not a computer error, what do we assume?
John McClane : That somebody's about to seriously fuck with this airport.
Trudeau : What the hell is that supposed to mean? I mean, I know we're dummies up here, McClane, so give us a little taste of your brilliant genius! I mean, you talking about a hijacking, a robbery or what?
John McClane : Look, I'm not sure. All I know, is...
Carmine Lorenzo : Oh, he's not sure! Well, I'm stunned! I gotta lie down!
John McClane : The only people that go to this much trouble are professionals, not luggage thieves and not punks!
Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes : Professional at what?
John McClane : [holding up the fax] What the fuck do you this is, huh? The safety patrol, here? This is the resume of a professional mercenary! You got the world's biggest drug dealer on his way here, now. What, do you need, a slide rule to figure this out? Or maybe another body in a zipper bag before you start asking questions?
Carmine Lorenzo : Hey, pal, you're the one that gave us that fuckin' body, remember that.
John McClane : Yeah, I remember that.
Trudeau : [after Thornburg has reported that terrorists have taken control of the airport] That stupid, arrogant son-of-a-bitch! It's all over the airport.
Trudeau : [to all the air traffic controllers] "Alright everyone, let's call all our birds and slow 'em down before we get a parking lot over our heads. The line starts at the Mississippi and they better start taking numbers."
Maj. Grant : [Grant and his men have landed in their choppers] Major Grant. We're Blue Light.
Rollins, Department of Justice Representative : Rollins, Department of Justice.
Trudeau : Trudeau, Chief of Air Operations.
Carmine Lorenzo : Lorenzo, Terminal Police. You want something, you got it.
John McClane : This is it? One fucking platoon?
Maj. Grant : One crisis, one platoon. Who are you?
John McClane : John McClane.
Maj. Grant : McClane, you showed some balls out there, man.
John McClane : Yeah.
Maj. Grant : Now, show some good sense. Let the pros handle this.
John McClane : Yeah, well, it looks like the pros are on the wrong team tonight. Isn't Colonel Stuart one of your men?
Maj. Grant : No, not anymore he's not. Now we're here to take Colonel Stuart down. And we will take him down. You see, I served with him. I taught him everything he knows.
John McClane : Well, maybe he's learned a few more things since then.
[Kahn comes down from the choir loft and joins Colonel Stuart and Garber]
Kahn : Sir! We just monitored a call from the chief engineer. Our people took out their SWAT team, *completely*.
Garber : You were right. They went for the antenna array. We're right on schedule.
Colonel Stuart : Losing our own team wasn't part of the plan.
[He goes over to the phone and dials; he is heard in the tower and by McClane over Barnes's phone]
Colonel Stuart : Attention, Dulles Tower. Attention, Dulles Control Tower. Mr. Trudeau, I know you're listening. Unfortunately, you're not obeying.
Trudeau : [to himself] Draw me face to face. We'll see.
Colonel Stuart : You were warned not to try to restore your systems. You've wasted lives and precious time on a futile and obvious target. Now you're gonna pay the penalty.
John McClane : [on the Skywalk, through Barnes's phone] I've got five dead officers down here, Colonel Stuart! Is that penalty enough?
[Lorenzo goes over to the phone]
Carmine Lorenzo : McClane, you keep out of this! You've been enough of a pain...
[He stops midsentence when he notices Trudeau glaring unhappily at him]
Colonel Stuart : Oh, McClane. John McClane. The policeman hero who saved the Nakatomi hostages. I read about you in People Magazine. You seemed a bit out of your league on Nightline, I thought.
John McClane : Hey, Colonel. Blow me! How much drug money is Esperanza paying you to turn traitor?
Colonel Stuart : I think Cardinal Richilieu said it best: "Treason is merely a matter of dates." This country's got to learn that it can't keep cutting the legs off of men like General Esperanza. Men who have the guts to stand up against Communist aggression.
John McClane : And Lesson #1 starts with killing policemen? What's Lesson #2, the neutron bomb?
Colonel Stuart : No. I think we can find something in between. Watch this!
[Hangs up and turns to Thompson]
Colonel Stuart : Give me a flight number - one that's low on fuel.
[Thompson hands him a slip]
Thompson : Windsor 114, transatlantic from London. Fuel tanks dry as a martini.
Colonel Stuart : Activate the ILS landing system. Recalibrate sea level - *minus* 200 feet.
[Thompson rotates a dial and taps his pen on a computer screen to recalibrate the system]
Controller in tower : Oh Jesus! They've reset ground level minus 200 feet!
[Trudeau and Barnes are conversing]
Trudeau : Great, National just shut down! Totally iced. They're gonna be sending us THEIR planes!
Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes : Happy, happy holidays.
[Lorenzo follows Trudeau up the stairs to the control tower]
Carmine Lorenzo : ...the worst part, Mr. Trudeau, is the press. Oh they were here anyways - crawling all over the Esperanza story - so they got it right on the fucking news, you know, bloodstains and all. Now personally, I'd like to lock every damn reporter out of the airport. But then they'd just pull that "freedom of speech" crap on us and the ACLU would be all over us.
Trudeau : [goes over to the window and looks out over the airfield] Murder on television. Helluva start to Christmas week.
Chief Engineer Leslie Barnes : What is it? A gang thing like last time?
[McClane comes in]
John McClane : Only if your gangs get their training at Fort Bragg.