Die Hard (1988)

Hart Bochner: Ellis

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Quotes 

• Hans Gruber : Touching, Cowboy, touching. Or should I call you, Mr. McClane? Mr. Officer John McClane of the New York Police Department?

  Richard Thornburg : Get on the phone to Harry in New York. Come on, baby, move, move.

  Thornburg's Assistant : Got it.

  Sergeant Al Powell : Better get a hold of somebody in dispatch.

  John McClane : Sister Teresa called me Mr. McClane in the third grade. My friends call me John, and you're neither, shit-head.

  Hans Gruber : I have someone who wants to talk to you; a very special friend who was with you at the party tonight.

  Harry Ellis : [Hans hands him the walkie talkie]  Hey, John boy.

  John McClane : Ellis?

  Harry Ellis : Yeah. Now listen, John, they're giving me a few minutes to try to talk some sense into you. I know you think you're doing your job, John, and I can appreciate that, but, you're just dragging this thing out. Now look, no one gets outta here until these guys can talk to the *LA* police, and that just ain't gonna happen until you stop messin' up the works, capisci?

  John McClane : Ellis, what have you told them?

  Harry Ellis : I told 'em we were old friends and you were my guest at the party.

  John McClane : Ellis, you shouldn't be doin' this.

  Harry Ellis : Tell me about it. Alright, John, listen. They want you to tell them where the detonators are. They know people are listening. They want the detonators or they're gonna kill me.

  [pause] 

  Harry Ellis : John, didn't you hear me?

  John McClane : Yeah, I hear you.

  Harry Ellis : Hey, John, I think you can get with the program a little, huh? The police are here now, it's their problem. Now tell these guys where the detonators are so no one else gets hurt, you know I'm putting my life on the line for you, pal.

  John McClane : Ellis, listen to me very carefully.

  Harry Ellis : John?

  John McClane : Shut up Ellis, just shut your mouth! Put Hans back on the line.

  [Ellis holds the walkie talkie up] 

  John McClane : Hans, this shit-head does not know what kind of man you are, but I do. Listen to me!

  Hans Gruber : Good. Then, you'll give us what we want and save your friend's life. You're not part of this equation this time, you realize that.

  [presents his gun] 

  Harry Ellis : Hey, what am I, a method actor? Hans, babe, put away the gun, this is radio, not television.

  John McClane : [nervously yelling]  Hans, this asshole is not my friend, I just met him tonight, I don't know him. Jesus Christ, Ellis these people are gonna kill you, tell them, you don't know me.

  Harry Ellis : John, how can you say that after all these years, huh? John?

  [gets no response] 

  Harry Ellis : John?

  [still gets no response, then laughs slightly, then Hans shoots him in the head] 

  Hans Gruber : [he puts the walkie talkie up to the screaming crowd, then yells into the walkie talkie]  You hear that? Talk to me, where are my detonators? Where are they, or shall I shoot another one? Sooner or later, I might get to someone you *do* care about!

  John McClane : Go fuck yourself, Hans.

• Harry Ellis : Hey babe, I negotiate million dollar deals for breakfast. I think I can handle this Eurotrash. Hey, sprechen ze talk, huh?

• Harry Ellis : I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

  Hans Gruber : What does he want?

  Harry Ellis : It's not what I want, it's what I can give you.

  [comes in] 

  Harry Ellis : Well, I've watched 60 Minutes, and I'm saying to myself, they're motivated, they're happening, I.E. they want something. Maybe it's because you're pissed off or maybe it's the jockies, it's none of my business.

  Hans Gruber : You're amazing. You've figured this all out out already.

  Harry Ellis : Hey, business is business. You use a gun, I use a fountain pen what's the difference? Let's put it in my terms: you're in a hostile takeover, you snatch us up for some green mail, but you're not expecting some poison pill to be running around the building, am I right? Hans, *bubby*, I'm your white knight.

  Hans Gruber : [Looking puzzled]  I must have missed 60 Minutes. What are you saying?

  Harry Ellis : You know that guy that's fucking things up upstairs?

  [sits down] 

  Harry Ellis : I can give him to you.

  [grins] 

• Harry Ellis : [Trying to get the German Terrorist's attention]  Hey, sprechen ze talk?

• Harry Ellis : [watching the terrorists in deep discussion]  What do you think?

  Holly Gennero McClane : Something's wrong.

  Harry Ellis : Cops?

  Holly Gennero McClane : [pauses]  John.

  Harry Ellis : John? Aw, Christ, he can fuck this whole thing up! What does he think he's doing?

  Holly Gennero McClane : His job.

  Harry Ellis : Bullshit! His job's three thousand miles away. Without him, we still have a chance we might be able to get outta here.

  Holly Gennero McClane : Tell that to Takagi.

• Harry Ellis : [hearing police sirens outside]  I never thought I'd love to hear that sound.