The Best Thornburg's Assistant Quotes

Hans: Touching, Cowboy, touching. Or should I call you, Mr. McClane? Mr. Officer John McClane of the New York Police Department?
Richard: Get on the phone to Harry in New York. Come on, baby, move, move.
Thornburg's: Got it.
Sergeant: Better get a hold of somebody in dispatch.
John: Sister Teresa called me Mr. McClane in the third grade. My friends call me John, and you're neither, shit-head.
Hans: I have someone who wants to talk to you; a very special friend who was with you at the party tonight.
Harry: [Hans hands him the walkie talkie] Hey, John boy.
John: Ellis?
Harry: 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: Ellis, what have you told them?
Harry: I told 'em we were old friends and you were my guest at the party.
John: Ellis, you shouldn't be doin' this.
Harry: 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: John, didn't you hear me?
John: Yeah, I hear you.
Harry: 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: Ellis, listen to me very carefully.
Harry: John?
John: Shut up Ellis, just shut your mouth! Put Hans back on the line.
[Ellis holds the walkie talkie up]
John: Hans, this shit-head does not know what kind of man you are, but I do. Listen to me!
Hans: 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: Hey, what am I, a method actor? Hans, babe, put away the gun, this is radio, not television.
John: [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: John, how can you say that after all these years, huh? John?
[gets no response]
Harry: John?
[still gets no response, then laughs slightly, then Hans shoots him in the head]
Hans: [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: Go fuck yourself, Hans.