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.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:23