John McClane: You smoke? Hans Gruber: Yeah. Thanks. You don't work for Nakatomi, and if you're not one of them. John McClane: I'm a cop from New York. Hans Gruber: New York? John McClane: Yeah. I got invited to the Christmas party by mistake. Who knew. Better being caught with your pants down, huh? I'm John McClane, you’re ah? Hans Gruber: Clay. Bill Clay. John McClane: You now how to use a handgun, Bill? Hans Gruber: I spent a weekend at a combat ranch. You know where they shoot red paint, but it sounds stupid to you. John McClane: Well, time for the real thing, Bill. All you gotta do is pull the trigger.

Gruber pretends to be a hostage. McClane gives him a smoke and a hand gun.