I hope I'm not interrupting anything. What does he want? It's not what I want, it's what I...

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]

I don't want neutral. I want dead. Hope I'm not interrupting. What does he want? It's not what I want. It's what I can give you. Oy, let's be straight, okay? It's obvious you're not some dumb schmuck up here... to snatch a few purses, am I right? Very perceptive. I watch 60 Minutes. I say to myself, "these guys are professional, "they're motivated, they're happening, i. e., they want something," huh? I couldn't care less about your politics. Maybe you're pissed off at the camel jockeys, maybe it's the Hebes, Northern Ireland- It's none of my business. I figure you're here to negotiate. Am I right? You're amazing. You figured this all out already? 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 here on a hostile takeover. You grab us for some greenmail, but you didn't expect some poison pill running around. Am I right? Hans, bubby, I'm your white knight. I must have missed 60 Minutes. What are you saying? The guy upstairs is fucking things up, huh? I can give him to you. Oh, God... Uhh... Roy? Roy, you all right? Just trying to fire down a 1,000-year-old Twinkie. What do they put in these things anyway? Sugar, enriched flour, partially hydrogenated vegetable oil, polysorbate 60... and yellow dye number five- Just everything a growing boy needs. How many kids you got, Al? My wife is working on our first. How about you, cowboy? You got any kids? Yeah... two. Hope I can see 'em swingin' on a jungle gym with AIJr. someday. Well, now, that's a date, but you bring the ice cream. Touching, cowboy. Touching. Or should I call you... Mr. McClane.? Mr. OfficerJohn McClane... of the New York Police Department? - Get on the phone to Harry in New York. Come on, baby. Move.! - Got it.