" As the freeway above him collapsed from the jet""s assault by missiles, McClane screamed: "You""re shooting at the wrong guy."Noticing that he looks exhausted and tired (he passively remains on his bed during their entire conversation), and "maybe you need a real rest, that""s what I think," she notices his money in disarray and bustles forward to straighten it up - like an indulgent mother would straighten up her son""s sloppy room." He fired the current staff and asserted that a new team - an iNGen security force - was now on duty.Elaine: What""d you do? Lose your nerve? Hey, where""s that look I was gonna see so often? (She whistles into his ear)Mortimer: Whoa, no, stop.