Or to put it another way a thread where you copy and paste from Wikiquote.
Let's start with Die Hard Hans: Attention, Cowboy. Attention. Or should I call you Mr. McClane? Mr. Officer John McClane of the New York Police Department? John: Sister Teresa called me Mr. McClane in the Third Grade. My friends call me John... and you're neither, shithead.
Hans: This time John Wayne does not walk off into the sunset with Grace Kelly. John: That was Gary Cooper, asshole.
McClane: Mayday, Mayday, Emergency anyone copy, Channel Nine, terrorists have seized the Nakatomi Building, Century City, I repeat, unknown number of terrorists, six or more armed with automatic weapons on the thirtieth floor of Nakatomi Plaza. LAPD Operator: (To other operator) I'll take this. McClane: Somebody answer me, goddamn it! LAPD Operator: (Over Radio) This freqency is reserved for emergency communications... McClane: No fucking shit, lady! Do I sound like I'm ordering a pizza!?
Gabby Johnson (on the roof of the church) spots the new sheriff riding into town] Gabby Johnson: [shouting] The sheriff's a ni****. [the last word is lost in the peal of a church bell] Harriett Van Johnson: What did he say? Dr. Sam Johnson: He said the sheriff is near.
[the Johnsons load their guns and point them at Bart. Bart then points his own pistol at his head] Bart: [speaking in a low voice] Hold it! Next man makes a move, the ni**** gets it! Olson Johnson: Hold it, men. He's not bluffing. Dr. Sam Johnson: Listen to him, men, he's just crazy enough to do it! Bart: [low voice] Drop it! Or I swear I'll blow this ni****'s head all over this town! Bart: [now speaking in a higher voice] Oh, lo'dy, lo'd, he's desp'it! Do what he sayyyy, do what he sayyyy... [the Johnsons drop their guns. Bart jams the gun into his neck and drags himself through the crowd and towards the station] Harriett Van Johnson: Isn't anybody going to help that poor man? Dr. Sam Johnson: Hush, Harriet, that's a sure way to get him killed! Bart: [higher voice] Oooh! He'p me, he'p me! Somebody he'p me! He'p me! He'p me! He'p me! Bart: [lower voice] Shut up! [Bart places his hand over his own mouth, drags himself through the door into his office] Bart: Ooh, baby, you are so talented! And they are so DUMB!
Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit sniffing glue.
Roger Murdock: Flight 2-0-9'er, you are cleared for take-off. Captain Oveur: Roger! Roger Murdock: Huh? Tower voice: L.A. departure frequency, 123 point 9'er. Captain Oveur: Roger! Roger Murdock: Huh? Victor Basta: Request vector, over. Captain Oveur: What? Tower voice: Flight 2-0-9'er cleared for vector 324. Roger Murdock: We have clearance, Clarence. Captain Oveur: Roger, Roger. What's our vector, Victor? Tower voice: Tower's radio clearance, over! Captain Oveur: That's Clarence Oveur. Over. Tower voice: Over. Captain Oveur: Roger. Roger Murdock: Huh? Tower voice: Roger, over! Roger Murdock: What? Captain Oveur: Huh? Victor Basta: Who?
Rumack: Captain, how soon can you land? Captain Oveur: I can't tell. Rumack: You can tell me. I'm a doctor. Captain Oveur: No. I mean I'm just not sure. Rumack: Well, can't you take a guess? Captain Oveur: Well, not for another two hours. Rumack: You can't take a guess for another two hours
Joey: Wait a minute. I know you. You're Kareem Abdul-Jabar. You play basketball for the Los Angeles Lakers. Roger Murdock: I'm sorry son, but you must have me confused with someone else. My name is Roger Murdock. I'm the co-pilot. Joey: You are Kareem. I've seen you play. My dad's got season tickets. Roger Murdock: I think you should go back to your seat now Joey. Right Clarence? Captain Oveur: Nahhhhhh, he's not bothering anyone, let him stay here. Roger Murdock: But just remember, my name is ROGER MURDOCK. I'm an airline pilot. Joey: I think you're the greatest, but my dad says you don't work hard enough on defense. And he says that lots of times, you don't even run down court. And that you don't really try... except during the playoffs. Roger Murdock: The hell I don't. LISTEN KID. I've been hearing that crap ever since I was at UCLA. I'm out there busting my buns every night. Tell your old man to drag Walton and Lanier up and down the court for 48 minutes.
Steve McCroskey: Get me someone who won't crack under pressure. Johnny: How about Mister Rogers?
VoilĂ ! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition! The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. [giggles] Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me "V".