Freeze m*th*rf*cker! Oh God! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Drop the gun! Ok! But don't shoot!...

John McClane: [upon seeing Marco arrive, suspense music plays] Freeze m*th*rf*cker! Marco: [panicking] Oh God! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! John McClane: Drop the gun! Marco: [starts to do so] Ok! But don't shoot! Don't shoot! John McClane: Put it on the ground! Marco: [still doing so but very slowly] I know! But don't shoot! Don't shoot! Heinrich: [music changes to a climatic theme as Heinrich comes in] Marco duck! Marco: [John easily shoots Heinrich but Marco manages to take cover. John then hides under a long conference table] [after a quick scene change Marco is on the table shooting it as he walks down it] Marco: You a dog now. Where you going pal? Soon there will be no more table. [empties his clip and jams a fresh one in] Marco: Next time you have a chance to kill someone, don't hesitate. [prepares to start shooting again when... ] John McClane: [fires upwards several times riddling Marco with bullets. Marco drops dead on the table with bullets and wood splinters in him] Thanks for the advice.

...was good for 52 yards. Mind if I look around? Help yourself. Seven seconds left in this period. Seven to nothing, Notre Dame. Freeze, Motherfucker! Don't shoot! Drop it! Okay! Don't shoot! Drop it! Ah! Ah, the hell with this! Ah! Ah! You are dog now! No more table! Where are you going, pal? Next time you have a chance... to kill someone, don't hesitate.