John Amos credited as playing...
Grant
- John McClane: Guess I was wrong about you. You're not such an asshole after all.
- Grant: Oh, you were right. I'm just your kind of asshole.
- Maj. Grant: [Grant and his men have landed in their choppers] Major Grant. We're Blue Light.
- Rollins, Department of Justice Representative: Rollins, Department of Justice.
- Trudeau: Trudeau, Chief of Air Operations.
- Carmine Lorenzo: Lorenzo, Terminal Police. You want something, you got it.
- John McClane: This is it? One fucking platoon?
- Maj. Grant: One crisis, one platoon. Who are you?
- John McClane: John McClane.
- Maj. Grant: McClane, you showed some balls out there, man.
- John McClane: Yeah.
- Maj. Grant: Now, show some good sense. Let the pros handle this.
- John McClane: Yeah, well, it looks like the pros are on the wrong team tonight. Isn't Colonel Stuart one of your men?
- Maj. Grant: No, not anymore he's not. Now we're here to take Colonel Stuart down. And we will take him down. You see, I served with him. I taught him everything he knows.
- John McClane: Well, maybe he's learned a few more things since then.
- Grant: [McClane has just returned from a brutal fight with a terrorist] McClane! You alright? You want a medic?
- Carmine Lorenzo: McClane, what the hell do you think you're doing out there, huh? Playing John Wayne? How'd ya like to spend the rest of the night in a cell?
- Grant: Lorenzo, shut the fuck up and do something useful!
- Carmine Lorenzo: Hey! You can't talk to me like that!
- Grant: Oh no, Carmine? Sergeant, get this bureaucrat out of Mr. McClane's face! Now!
- Sgt. Oswald Cochrane: With pleasure, Sir.
- Soldier: Hey Telford! What was *your* chicken-shit outfit doing while we were taking Grenada?
- [He and his comrades burst out laughing]
- Maj. Grant: Grenada. Five minutes of firefights, five weeks of surfing!
- Cpl. Telford: I wish I was with you guys for that!
- Maj. Grant: Yeah. Me too, kid.
- Cpl. Telford: Really, sir?
- Maj. Grant: Sure. Or we wouldn't have to do this.
- [Grant promptly pulls out a knife and slits Telford's throat. Telford gasps and then falls over, dead. Grant pulls out a radio and punches in the three digit descrambler code]
- Maj. Grant: Eagle Nest, this is Hatchling. We're on schedule, and in position.
- [cuts to Colonel Stuart on the other end]
- Col. Stuart: Roger, Hatchling. We are secure here. You have a green light, I repeat, a *green* light.