Harry Ellis: Hope I'm not interrupting. Hans Gruber: What does he want? Harry Ellis: It's not what I want. It's what I can give you... Look, let's be straight, OK? It's obvious you're not some dumb schmuck up here to snatch a few purses, am I right. Hans Gruber: You're very perceptive. Harry Ellis: I watch "60 Minutes". I say to myself, these guys are professional, they're motivated, they're happening, IE they want something. Now personally ,I couldn't care less about your politics. Maybe you're pissed off at the camel jockeys. Maybe it's the Hebes, Northern Ireland. It's none of my business. I figure you're here to negotiate, am I right? Hans Gruber: You're amazing. You figured this all out already? Harry Ellis: Hey, business is business. You use a gun, I use a fountain pen what's the difference? Let's put it in my terms, you're in a hostile takeover, you grab us up for some green mail, but you're not expecting some poison pill to be running around the building, am I right? Hans, booby... I'm your white knight. Hans Gruber: I must have missed 60 Minutes. What are you saying? Harry Ellis: That guy that's fucking things up upstairs,... I can give him to you.

Harry swaggers into the office and begins a negotiation. He sits down in front of Gruber and gives him a cocky grin.