Dwayne T. Robinson Quotes in Die Hard (1988)

Dwayne T. Robinson: I've got a hundred people down here, and they're covered with glass.

John McClane: Glass? Who gives a shit about glass? Who the fuck is this?

Dwayne T. Robinson: This is Deputy Chief of Police, Dwayne T. Robinson, and I am in charge of this situation.

John McClane: Oh, you're in charge? Well, I got some bad news for you *Dwayne*, from up here it doesn't look like you're in charge of jack shit.

Dwayne T. Robinson: You listen to me, you little asshole, I'm...

John McClane: Asshole? I'm not the one who just got butt-fucked on national TV, *Dwayne*. Now, you listen to me, jerk-off, if you're not a part of the solution, you're a part of the problem. Quit being a part of the fucking problem and put the other guy back on!

FBI Agent Johnson: I'm Agent Johnson, this is Special Agent Johnson.

Dwayne T. Robinson: Oh, how you doin'?

FBI Agent Johnson: No relation.

Dwayne T. Robinson: We're gonna need some more FBI guys, I guess.

Dwayne T. Robinson: Did you hear that? He just let the guy die, man. He just gave him up. Gimme that headset. That's like pullin' the trigger yourself.

Sergeant Al Powell: Christ, man. Can't you see what's happening? Can't you read between the lines?

Dwayne T. Robinson: Cold. This on the right channel?

Cop: Yes, sir.

Sergeant Al Powell: He did everything he could to save him. If he gave himself up, they'd both be dead right now.

Dwayne T. Robinson: Oh, no way, man, no way. They'd be talking to us. Listen, you tell this partner of yours, Powell, to stay the hell out of this from now on, do you hear me? Because, if he doesn't, I'm gonna nail him, boy. I'm really gonna nail his ass, now, believe me.

Sergeant Al Powell: The man is hurting! He is alone, tired, and he hasn't seen diddly-squat from anybody down here. Now you're gonna stand there and tell me that he's gonna give a damn about what you do to him, *if* he makes it out of there alive? Why don't you wake up and smell what you shoveling?

Dwayne T. Robinson: You listen to me, Sergeant. Any time you wanna go home, you consider yourself dismissed.

Sergeant Al Powell: No, sir. You couldn't drag me away.

Cop: Sir, the FBI is here.

Dwayne T. Robinson: Oh, the FBI is here, now?

Cop: Yes, sir. Right over there.

Dwayne T. Robinson: Hold this.

[straightens his jacket]

Sergeant Al Powell: Want a breath mint?

Dwayne T. Robinson: We don't know shit, Powell. If there's hostages, how come nobody's come to us with ransom demands, huh? If there's terrorists in there, where's their list of demands? All we know is that somebody shot your car up. It's probably the same silly son of a bitch you've been talking to on that radio.

Sergeant Al Powell: Excuse me, sir! But what about the body that fell out the window?

Dwayne T. Robinson: Well, who knows? Probably some stockbroker, got depressed.

Sergeant Al Powell: [about McClane] In fact, I think he's a cop. Maybe not LAPD, but he's definitely a badge.

Dwayne T. Robinson: How do you know that?

Sergeant Al Powell: A hunch, things he said. Like being able to spot a phony ID.

Dwayne T. Robinson: Jesus Christ, Powell, he could be a fucking bartender for all we know.

Dwayne T. Robinson: [Watching Hans fall to his death from the 30th floor] Oh, I hope that's not a hostage.

FBI Agent Johnson: [referring to McClane] He's inside? Who is he?

Dwayne T. Robinson: Well, he might be a cop. I don't know, we're checking on that.

FBI Special Agent Johnson: One of yours?

Dwayne T. Robinson: No. No way.