"Birds of a feather, flocked together, so do pigs & swine. As nice as their chance as well...

Simon Gruber: [as McClane answers the pay phone] "Birds of a feather, flocked together, so do pigs & swine. As nice as their chance as well as I had mine." John McClane: Nice. Rhymes. Simon Gruber: Why was the phone busy, who were you calling? John McClane: [Sarcastically] The psychic hotline. Simon Gruber: I advise you to take this more seriously. John McClane: Hey, this is public phone. What do you want me to say? Simon Gruber: [Slightly annoyed] You can simply say that there was a fat woman on it and it took you a minute to get her off. [Both McClane and Zeus give shocked faces] Simon Gruber: Now, there's a significant amount of explosive in the trash receptacle next to you. Try to run, and it goes off now. John McClane: We're not going to run, but I got a hundred people out here. Simon Gruber: *That's* the point. Now, do I have your attention? "As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with 7 wives, every wife had 7 sacks, every sack had 7 cats, every cat had 7 kittens, kittens, cats sacks and wives. How many were going to St. Ives? My number is... John McClane: [Interrupting] Woah, whoa wait a minute I didn't get all that. Say it again. Simon Gruber: Not a chance. My number is 555 and the answer. Call me in 30 seconds or die.