Ethan Hunt Quotes in Mission: Impossible - Rogue Nation (2015)
Ethan Hunt Quotes:
Ethan Hunt: [Ethan and Benji are in a car which is flying mid-air] You have your seatbelt on?
Benji Dunn: You're asking me that NOW?
Benji Dunn: Let me guess. Presumed dead?
Ethan Hunt: Well tonight, I just made it official.
Benji Dunn: [Ethan wants to drive the car just after he was resuscitated after drowning in a water tank] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Are you OK to drive? A minute ago you were DEAD!
Ethan Hunt: What are you talking about?
Benji Dunn: [Benji gets in the car] This is not gonna end well.
Ethan Hunt: [Ethan is hanging to the side door of the plane] Benji, open the door!
Benji Dunn: Ethan? How did you get in the plane?
Ethan Hunt: I'm not in the plane, I'm ON the plane! Open the door!
Benji Dunn: Yeah, yeah, yeah, right!
[opens the rear door]
Benji Dunn: Ha! How's that?
Ethan Hunt: That's the wrong door!
Luther Stickell: [notices the rear door opened] Not that door, Benji, the other door!
Benji Dunn: Oh, yeah, sorry!
Ethan Hunt: Desperate times, desperate measures.
Ethan Hunt: [Ethan, Ilsa, Benji, Luther and Brandt have captured Lane in a glass box] Gentlemen, this is Solomon Lane. Mr. Lane, meet the IMF.
Ethan Hunt: The Syndicate is real. A rogue nation, trained to do what we do.
Benji Dunn: An anti-IMF.
Lane: [Ethan's phone rings twice] I have a job for you, Ethan, and for the sake of your friend you will do it.
Ethan Hunt: I'm listening.
Lane: Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to bring me the unlocked disk by midnight tonight. Now say the words, please.
Ethan Hunt: I accept.
Lane: Yes, I knew you would.
Benji Dunn: Well, how long will it take to free swim from the intake to the service hatch?
Ilsa Faust: Two minutes, with the current at full power.
Benji Dunn: Then you just have to hold your breath for two minutes.
Ethan Hunt: What about installing the security profile?
Benji Dunn: Well, that's gonna be, like, a minute, tops.
Ethan Hunt: So I have to hold my breath for *three* minutes.
Benji Dunn: [cavalierly] You can do that.
Ilsa Faust: What I think you're overlooking is the physical exertion. The more you exert yourself, the faster you consume oxygen.
Benji Dunn: Don't worry about him, all right? All he has to do is install the fake profile before I get to the gait analysis. You said it yourself, it's the only way.
Benji Dunn: That doesn't sound "impossible".
Ethan Hunt: What's happening?
Luther Stickell: I can't open it.
Ethan Hunt: What do you mean, you can't open it?
Luther Stickell: I mean I can't open it, ever.
Benji Dunn: That's a red box?
William Brandt: A what?
Ethan Hunt: It's a red box. The British government uses them to transport state secrets.
William Brandt: Doesn't sound good.
Benji Dunn: Meaning it's triple-encrypted. You're not getting into that thing unless you have fingerprints, retinal scan, and a voice phrase spoken by a specific individual.
Ethan Hunt: The Prime Minister of Great Britain himself.
Benji Dunn: Yes, him.
William Brandt: So what you're saying is there is no ledger, which means we have no proof that the Syndicate even exists. So we're back to square one, only now we are all wanted by CIA. I'm so proud of us.
Benji Dunn: What I don't understand is why is there a red box sat in a private data vault in Morocco?
Luther Stickell: And why would Lane want it if he can't open it?
Benji Dunn: If Lane wants it, you can bet he has a plan to open it. Ah, and we just helped him steal it.
Luther Stickell: He's going to take the Prime Minister.
Ethan Hunt: Yes, he is. The question is how.
Ethan Hunt: I can't protect you, that's why I need you to leave.
Benji Dunn: That's not your decision to MAKE, Ethan! I am a FIELD AGENT, I know the risks! More than that, I am your FRIEND, no matter what I tell the polygraph every week! Now you CALLED ME because you needed my help! And you still do! So I am STAYING! And that is all we are gonna say about that!
Lane: [while Benji is strapped to a bomb and Lane demands the ledger] Where is the disc?
Benji Dunn: Where is the disc?
Ethan Hunt: You're looking at it. I am the disc.
Ethan Hunt: [to Ilsa after she assists his escape] We've never met before, right?
Benji Dunn: If you're going to bring me all this way, you could at least give me something a bit more, you know, dramatic.
Ethan Hunt: Benji, we're trying to keep a low profile. You want drama, go to the opera.
Record Shop Girl: We're about to close.
Ethan Hunt: I won't be long.
Record Shop Girl: Are you looking for anything in particular?
Ethan Hunt: Something rare.
Record Shop Girl: Let me guess... Classical?
Ethan Hunt: Jazz.
Record Shop Girl: Sax?
Ethan Hunt: Coltrane.
Record Shop Girl: Piano?
Ethan Hunt: Monk.
Record Shop Girl: Shadow Wilson on bass.
Ethan Hunt: Shadow Wilson played drums.
Record Shop Girl: Know why... they call him Shadow?
Ethan Hunt: Because he had a light touch.
Record Shop Girl: You're in luck. I have a first pressing.
Ethan Hunt: So the key to crushing Lane is sitting in a computer, just waiting for someone to take it.
Benji Dunn: So, why hasn't Lane just sent someone to steal it?
Ilsa Faust: Oh, he has. He sent me. And I can tell you... it's impossible.
William Brandt: We good?
Ethan Hunt: Things got a little out of hand.
Benji Dunn: [becomes conscious] Wow! look out!
Luther Stickell: So what do we do now?
Ethan Hunt: Please tell me you made a copy of that disk.
Benji Dunn: Of course I made a copy.
William Brandt: So where are we going?
Ethan Hunt: Chief Atlee, kind of you to accept our invitation.
[shoots Atlee with a tranquilizer gun]
Atlee: [dazed] Do you know who I am?
Ethan Hunt: We know you created the Syndicate. But Lane went rogue and turned it against you, didn't he? And you've been desperately trying to cover it up. That's why you erased the disk when she brought it to you.
Atlee: That's true.
Ethan Hunt: Now, Director Hunley has some questions for you regarding Ilsa Faust. Namely, how you framed her.
Atlee: That's also true.
Ethan Hunt: [to Hunley] It's the antidote.
William Brandt: When the Prime Minister found out about the Syndicate, Atlee attacked him.
Prime Minister: [dazed] Yes, that's true.
William Brandt: And then you saved the Prime Minister, sir.
Prime Minister: Did he? I'm very grateful.
Ethan Hunt: You're free now. Where will you go?
Ilsa Faust: I don't know. I've done my part.
Ethan Hunt: Yeah.
Luther Stickell: Ethan, we got to go!
Ilsa Faust: [Ethan and Ilsa embrace] You'd better hurry now.
Ethan Hunt: Good luck.
Ilsa Faust: You know how to find me.
Ethan Hunt: The show's about to start, Benji.
Benji Dunn: Right.
Ethan Hunt: Just take your position. Tell me what you see.
Benji Dunn: Okay.
Ethan Hunt: Nice tux, by the way.
[Benji looks around trying to find Ethan]
Ethan Hunt: I have a way out. Interested?
Ilsa Faust: Lead the way.
William Brandt: There's no more IMF. I've been ordered to bring everyone in.
Ethan Hunt: I understand, Brandt. We didn't have this conversation. I've disappeared in London, you don't know where I am, If I'm dead or alive.
William Brandt: This man you saw, can you find him?
Ethan Hunt: I won't stop until I do.
William Brandt: This may very well be our last mission, Ethan. Make it count.
Ethan Hunt: And option three?
Ilsa Faust: Come away with me. Right now.
Luther Stickell: Oh, boy.
Benji Dunn: [explaining Ethan's gloves] Easy way to remember: blue is glue.
Ethan Hunt: And when it's red?
Benji Dunn: Dead.
William Brandt: Your line's not long enough!
Ethan Hunt: No shit!
William Brandt: 22 minutes to door knock.
Ethan Hunt: The countdown is not helping.
William Brandt: I'm just saying.
Ethan Hunt: Mission accomplished!
Ethan Hunt: Did you jump?
William Brandt: [hovering over a giant fan] Should I not have jumped? Cause I jumped!
Ethan Hunt: European male. Fifties. About six-foot, 180 pounds.
[shows Brandt a drawing on his hand]
Ethan Hunt: Blue eyes. Who is he?
William Brandt: A crude drawing, but by your description, that could be Kurt Hendricks. 190 IQ. Served in Swedish Special Forces. Professor of physics, Stockholm University. Specialist in nuclear endgame theory. Asked to resign... well, because he's crazy.
Ethan Hunt: The Secretary is dead. The President has invoked Ghost Protocol. We're shut down. No satellite, safe house, support, or extraction. The four of us and the contents of this car are all that remains of the IMF.
Jane Carter: You mind telling me what you were doing in a Russian prison?
Ethan Hunt: You mind telling me why you broke me out?
Jane Carter: This wasn't a rescue mission?
Ethan Hunt: Let me put it this way. If the Secretary wanted me out of there, it must be pretty bad out here.
IMF Secretary: The President has initiated Ghost Protocol. The entire IMF has been disavowed.
Ethan Hunt: So what happens now?
IMF Secretary: Now, I've been ordered to take you back to Washington, where the DOD will label you as a rogue extremist and hang the Kremlin bombing on you and your team. Unless, you were to escape somewhere between here and the airport, having assaulted Mr. Brandt and me.
IMF Secretary: You would then illegally scrounge whatever material you could from a backup supply cache that I've overlooked. The same cache where your team are waiting for further orders.
Brandt: Sir, you may want to...
IMF Secretary: You will then disappear, and this conversation never having taken place, your intentions would be unclear. But if any one of your team is caught or killed, they will be branded terrorists, out to incite global nuclear war.
[handing Ethan a USB drive]
IMF Secretary: Your mission, should you choose to accept it.
Ethan Hunt: Light the fuse.
Benji Dunn: Love the jet.
Ethan Hunt: Wait till you see the car.
Ethan Hunt: Failure to a terrorist is just a rehearsal for success!
Ethan Hunt: IMF's been looking for an emerging extremist, code name Cobalt. He's determined to detonate a nuclear weapon however he can. We know Moreau's worked for him before.
Jane Carter: What else does IMF know about him?
Ethan Hunt: As much as you do now.
Ethan Hunt: [sitting in an outdoor café] So, how does it feel to be a solid citizen again?
Luther Stickell: Man, I don't know. I'm gonna miss bein' disreputable.
Ethan Hunt: Well, Luther, if it makes you feel any better, I'll always think of you that way.
Ethan Hunt: Can I ask you something, Kittridge? If you're dealing with a man who has crushed, shot, stabbed, and detonated five members of his own IMF team, how devastated do you think you're gonna make him by hauling Mom and Uncle Donald down to the county courthouse?
Ethan Hunt: [Ethan narrates someone getting into the vault] The only person allowed inside has to pass through a series of security checks. First is voiceprint identification
CIA Analyst William Donloe: William Donloe.
Ethan Hunt: Then, he has to put in a 6 digit code.
[Donloe enters the outer room]
Ethan Hunt: That only gets him into the outer room. Next, he is positively identified by retinal scan.
[Donloe passes the retinal scan]
Ethan Hunt: Finally, the security measures are only deactivated after insertion of a double electronic keycard... which we won't have.
[Donloe then enters the vault]
Ethan Hunt: Once inside the vault, there are 3 security systems in operation whenever the technician is out of the room. First is sound sensitive; anything above a whisper will set it off. The second is temperature-sensitive. Even the body heat of an unauthorized person inside the vault can trigger the alarm if the temperature rises just a single degree. And that temperature is controlled by an air conditioning vent 30 feet above the vault floor. That vent is guarded by a laser net.
[Donloe leaves the vault, security measures activate]
Ethan Hunt: The third one is on the floor, and it's pressure sensitive. Just the slightest increase in weight will set it off. And any of these systems, if set off, will trigger an automatic lockdown. Now believe me when I tell you, gentlemen, that all 3 systems, are state of the art.
[condensation from Donloe's drink drops to the floor sets off the alarm]
Ethan Hunt: [stopping Krieger from killing a guard] Zero bodycount.
Franz Krieger: We'll see.
Jim Phelps: [in a safe house in a Prague] Any questions?
Ethan Hunt: Yeah. Could we get a capuccino machine in here? 'Cause I don't know what you call this.
Jack Harmen: I call it cruel and unusual.
Claire Phelps: Hey, I made that coffee.
Ethan Hunt: Exactly.
Ethan Hunt: [over a pay phone in Prague] They're dead.
Eugene Kittridge: What? Who's dead?
Ethan Hunt: My team. My team is DEAD. They knew we were coming, man. They knew we were coming and the disk is gone.
Eugene Kittridge: Are you intact?
Ethan Hunt: Do you read me! The list is in the OPEN!
Ethan Hunt: [to Jim as both of them hang from the helicopter's landing struts] RED LIGHT, GREEN LIGHT!
Ethan Hunt: [inside a compartment on the TGV, referring to stealing the NOC list from CIA headquarters ] Relax Luther, it's much worse than you think.
Jim Phelps: Of course he knew. Just *when* he knew is something of a mystery. You mind telling me, Ethan? Was it before or after I showed up in London?
Ethan Hunt: Before London. But after you took the Bible from the Drake Hotel in Chicago.
Jim Phelps: They stamped it, didn't they? Those damn Gideons.
Ethan Hunt: [inside a luggage compartment on the TGV] You know, Claire was wrong about one thing, Jim.
Jim Phelps: Oh really? What's that?
[Ethan slowly puts on his camera glasses, Kittridge sees Phelps on his watch]
Eugene Kittridge: Good morning, Mr. Phelps.
Ethan Hunt: I'm not the only one who's seen you alive.
Luther Stickell: Reach your folks?
Luther Stickell: How do they feel?
Ethan Hunt: About what?
Luther Stickell: The apology from the Justice Department, VIP treatment. You know, the whole nine yards.
Ethan Hunt: Well, my mom was a little confused how the DEA could mistake her and Uncle Donald for a couple of dope smugglers in the Florida Keys.
Ethan Hunt: I thought I was going to see Max.
Matthias: You misunderstood. No one sees Max.
Ethan Hunt: Then what am I doing here?
Matthias: Allowing Max to see you and hear what you've got to say.
Ethan Hunt: I don't communicate very well through a shroud.
Matthias: If Max doesn't like what you have to say, you will be wearing that shroud indefinitely.
Ethan Hunt: [tied to a chair inside an apartment own by one of Max's friends] The disk Job sold you is worthless. Bait. Part of an internal mole hunt.
Max: And how would you know? Are you another company man?
Max: Like Job?
Max: We're asking about you
Ethan Hunt: I'm NOC, Was. Now, disavowed.
Max: Why, may I ask?
Ethan Hunt: That's the question I want to ask Job.
Ethan Hunt: [talking in a safe house in Prague, referring to his previous mission he was in charge of] Ahh, we missed you, Jim.
Jim Phelps: Missed you too, Ethan.
Jack Harmen: Were you on one of your cushy recruiting assignments again?
Ethan Hunt: Yeah, where did they put you up this time? The Plaza?
Jim Phelps: Drake Hotel, Chicago.
Jack Harmen: Punishing. 24 hour room service?
Ethan Hunt: Chauffeured limos? Man's getting soft in his old age.
Ethan Hunt: [Entire conversation is on the phone] The list is in the open.
Eugene Kittridge: Calm down Ethan, look some and see me.
Ethan Hunt: Wait, you're in Prague?
Eugene Kittridge: [after Hunt's team was killed and meets up with Kittridge in an Aquarium/Restaurant] I - ahm - I can't tell you how, uh sorry I am. I know how much Jim in particular meant to you, Ethan, personally as well as professionally.
[slides Hunt a passport]
Ethan Hunt: Yeah.
Eugene Kittridge: It's - uhhh - passport, visa, the usual drill. We'll work the ex-filtration through Canada, debrief you at Langley, throw the Prague police a bone or two, you know. Toss them a few suspects. You follow me?
Ethan Hunt: [Muffled] Yeah. I follow.
Eugene Kittridge: I think we lost enough agents for one night.
Ethan Hunt: You mean, *I've* lost enough agents for one night.
Eugene Kittridge: You seem hell bent on blaming yourself, Ethan.
Ethan Hunt: Who else is left?
Eugene Kittridge: Yeah. I see your point.
Ethan Hunt: Why was there another team?
Eugene Kittridge: What?
Ethan Hunt: Of IMF agents at the embassy - tonight...
Eugene Kittridge: I don't quite follow you.
Ethan Hunt: Well, let's see if you can follow me around the room. The drunk Russians on the embankment at seven and eight o'clock. The couple waltzing around me at the embassy at nine and eleven. The waiter standing behind Hannah at the top of the stairs, bow tie, twelve o'clock. The other IMF team! You're worried about me, why?
Eugene Kittridge: Well, for a little over two years we have been spotting serious blowback in IMF operations, we have a penetration. The other day, we decoded a message on the Internet from a Czech we know as Max.
Ethan Hunt: The Arms dealer.
Eugene Kittridge: That's right. Max, it seems has two unique gifts: a capacity for anonymity and for corrupting susceptible agents. This time he'd gotten to someone on the inside, he'd gotten himself into a position to buy our NOC list, operation he referred to as job 314. The job he thought Golitsyn was doing tonight.
Ethan Hunt: The list Golitsyn stole was a decoy.
Eugene Kittridge: That's correct. The actual list is secure at Langley. Golitsyn was a lightning rod. He was one of ours.
Ethan Hunt: [In disbelief] This whole operation was a mole hunt. This whole operation was a mole hunt.
Eugene Kittridge: Yeah, the mole's deep inside... and like you said, you survived. I want to show you something, Ethan.
[Takes out a piece of paper and unfolds it and hands it to Hunt]
Eugene Kittridge: Since your father's death, your family's farm has been in receivership. Now, suddenly, they're flush with over a hundred twenty grand in the bank, your father's illness was supposed to wipe out that bank account. Dying slowly in America after all, can be a very expensive proposition.
[Hunt takes out the exploding gum]
Eugene Kittridge: So. Why don't we quietly get out of here onto a plane. I can understand you're very upset.
Ethan Hunt: Kittridge, you've never seen me very upset.
Eugene Kittridge: Alright, Hunt. Enough is enough. You have bribed, cajoled and killed and you have done it using loyalties on the inside, you want to shake hands with the devil, that's fine with me, I just want to make sure you do it in hell.
[Hunt throws the gum against one of the aquariums which destroys it, covering his escape]
Sarah Davies: [as Jack is trying to get the elevator to them] Tell me, Senator, do you all have someone on your staff named Jack?
Ethan Hunt: [impersonating Senator John Waltzer] Jack... I believe we did have a Jack. An unreliable fellow as I recall. Constantly late, and behind in his work. I was forced to tie him behind one of my best stallions and drag him around my barn for a few days.
Jack Harmen: Relax your crack, Foghorn. I'm working on it
Flight Attendant: Excuse me. Mr. Hunt? Would you like to watch a movie?
Ethan Hunt: Oh, uh, no thank you.
Flight Attendant: Would you consider the cinema of the Caribbean? Aruba, perhaps?
[Ethan gives a suspicious look]
Luther Stickell: [inside a compartment on the TGV, referring to stealing the NOC list from CIA headquarters ] You really think we can do this.
Ethan Hunt: We're going to do it.
Ethan Hunt: [to Luther,inside a compartment on the TGV referring to CIA headquarters] This is the Mount Everest of hacks.
Ethan Hunt: [realizes Jim is the mole] Why Jim? Why?
Jim Phelps: [covering for himself] Well, you think about it Ethan, it was inevitable. No more cold war. No more secrets you keep from yourself. Answer to no one but yourself. Then, you wake up one morning and find out the President is running the country without your permission. The son of a bitch, how dare he. Then you realize, it's over. You are an obsolete peice of hardware, not worth upgrading, you got a lousy marriage, and 62 grand a year.
Ethan Hunt: [after crawling through the ventilation tunnel above the vault just before entering the vault] Krieger, from this point on... absolute silence!
Eugene Kittridge: [Aquarium/Restaurant] I think we've lost enough agents for one night.
Ethan Hunt: You mean, *I've* lost enough agents for one night.
Eugene Kittridge: You seem hell-bent on blaming yourself, Ethan.
Ethan Hunt: Who else is left?
Eugene Kittridge: Yeah. I see your point.
Ethan Hunt: [to Claire] Wake up, Claire! Jim's dead! He's dead! They're all dead!
Ethan Hunt: Saved your ass again, Jack.
Jack Harmen: Give me a break, Pops.
Sarah Davies: Such a nice ass.
Jack Harmen: And a lonely ass.
Claire Phelps: [inside a luggage compartment on the TGV] Just give me the money.
Ethan Hunt: [quietly] You've earned it.
Jim Phelps: We're being ambushed Ethan. Abort! That's an order.
Ethan Hunt: Negative. Golitsyn is on the move.
Jim Phelps: No, dammit, I said abort!
Ethan Hunt: Eye on the package. Jim, I'm Coming.
Ethan Hunt: [as he sees the bible on a shelf in the safe house] Job 3:14...
Ethan Hunt: Blow the car.
Zhen: Oh, its such a nice car.
Ethan Hunt: And yet, do it.
Ethan Hunt: I'm part of an agency... called the IMF.
Julia: What's that stand for?
Ethan Hunt: Impossible Mission Force.
Julia: [chuckles] Shut up.
Luther Stickell: Was there something more going on between you two?
Ethan Hunt: Lindsey was like my little sister.
Luther Stickell: And you never... slept with your little sister, right?
Luther Stickell: [convincing him not to get married, like a broken record] Don't do it, Ethan.
Ethan Hunt: Luther? Julia and I got married two days ago.
Luther Stickell: Well, congratulations!
[In the middle of a complicated operation, Ethan - disguised as Owen Davian and sitting in a car, makes a drop to Luther, underneath the car in a manhole]
Ethan Hunt: [Deadpan] What's up?
Luther Stickell: [Deadpan] Nothin'. What's up with you?
Ethan Hunt: [Deadpan] Nothin'.
Declan: Ethan! Get in! They're coming!
Ethan Hunt: Who?
Declan: Building security and they're pissed!
Lindsey Farris: I'm out! How many rounds do you got?
Ethan Hunt: Enough.
[rises, fires one shot and takes out the opponent]
Ethan Hunt: Now I'm out.
Ethan Hunt: I don't agree with you.
Luther Stickell: Well then I'm smarter than you.
Declan: I agree with Luther; we can't have real relationships, but you see, I love that
[Ethan rolls his eyes]
Ethan Hunt: Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall!
Ethan Hunt: [about to get electrocuted] Throw the switch on and off.
Ethan Hunt: Don't forget the off.
Airline Worker: Mr. Pavel Sobo... Sobótka.
Ethan Hunt: Sóbotka.
Airline Worker: Sóbotka. Okay. And you're flying to Shanghai?
Ethan Hunt: Jeste jsem v Cíne nebyl. Je to tam hezký?
[I've never been in China. Is it nice there?]
Airline Worker: I don't speak Czech. I'm sorry. Let's see about your flight.
Ethan Hunt: Okay.
Airline Worker: Okay.
Ethan Hunt: Okay.
Ethan Hunt: Is our truck in place?
Ethan Hunt: Weapons good to go?
Luther Stickell: Yeah. You?
Ethan Hunt: Yeah.
Luther Stickell: You know I got your six.
Ethan Hunt: Hey, man. That's your job.
Ethan Hunt: Phoenix, I have eye on the prize. Do you copy?
Declan: [starting the helicopter] Copy. Of course I copy. Please, when do I not copy? All I do is copy.
Ethan Hunt: I'll die unless you kill me!
Ethan Hunt: [to Julia] I need you to trust me.
Ethan Hunt: I'll send you a postcard.
Brassel: Fair enough.
Ethan Hunt: I need... I need to ask you for something incredible.
Owen Davian: The Rabbit's Foot, where is it?
Ethan Hunt: I, gave it to you...?
Owen Davian: Ethan, where's the Rabbit's Foot?
Declan: Now that you've pissed off every Italian in Rome, go do what you've got to do.
Ethan Hunt: Don't forget the smoke.
[Declan turns on the smoke and continues yelling at the Italians as Ethan walks off]
Ethan Hunt: Getting Davian is good, but getting his buyers is even better.
Declan: I don't understand what you're saying. No matter how we grab Davian, his clients are gonna know he's been taken
Ethan Hunt: No, they won't. Access point is here. It's a one way street adjacent to the Vatican wall. We'll need thirty second and I'll need a truck.
Ethan Hunt: I don't have a signal! I don't have a signal!
Declan: I'm on it! I'm on it! I'm on it!
Declan: [Ethan draws a sketch of the buildings on the window] Wait, so you're gonna swing... no, no, no, no! You could bounce right off the roof
Ethan Hunt: I could
Zhen: Even if you do make it you can't just walk out the lobby. What's your exit?
Ethan Hunt: Base jump off the top.
Zhen: Even at 162 you're pushing base jumping limits.
Declan: What are you gonna do? Land in the middle of Shanghai and hope no one notices?
Ethan Hunt: [muttering to himself] That's good...
Ethan Hunt: I have the Rabbit's Foot, but I can't make it to the roof!
Declan: What the hell d'you mean you can't make it to the roof - where are you?
Ethan Hunt: Look up! Look up! Look up!
Owen Davian: ...Three...
Ethan Hunt: Please... I can get you the rabbit's foot... please... don't do it, don't fuckin' do it!
Owen Davian: Four...
Ethan Hunt: I have a charge in my head, I'm gonna die unless you kill me.
Ethan Hunt: [shouting] You will never get what you want!
Owen Davian: [shouting] You don't think I'll do it?
Mission Commander Swanbeck: [seeing and hearing his briefing through sunglasses and it's earpieces] Good morning, Mr. Hunt. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, involves the recovery of a stolen item designated "Chimera." You may select any two team members, but it is essential that the third member of your team be Nyah Nordoff-Hall. She is a civilian, and a highly capable professional thief. You have forty-eight hours to recruit Miss Hall and meet me in Seville to receive your assignment. As always, should any member of your team be caught or killed, the Secretary will disavow all knowledge of your actions. And Mr. Hunt, the next time you go on holiday, please be good enough to let us know where you're going. This message will self-destruct in five seconds.
Ethan Hunt: [5 seconds before he throws the sunglasses in front of him] I let you know where I'm going, I won't be on holiday.
Luther Stickell: [after getting off the helicopter and steps in sheep droppings] Shit.
Ethan Hunt: Yes it is
Mission Commander Swanbeck: [during a breifing in Sevile, Spain] You were under specific instructions to bring back a living sample of the Chimera virus. I'd be very interested to know how, after you'd managed its recovery intact, it subsequently got destroyed.
Ethan Hunt: By fire. That's the best way, really.
Ethan Hunt: You turned around.
Nyah Nordoff-Hall: What are you going to do? Spank me?
[Nyah is standing right in front of Ethan]
Luther Stickell: [over radio] Ethan, Nyah's in the building. Do you copy?
Ethan Hunt: [dryly, into radio] Thank you.
Dr. Nekhorvich: Well, I've heard...
[takes off mask of Dr. Nekhorvich to reveal Ethan]
Ethan Hunt: ...all I need to hear.
Mission Commander Swanbeck: [during a breifing in Sevile, Spain] Ms. Hall and Ambrose had a relationship which he took very seriously... she walked away and he's been wanting her back ever since. We believe she's our surest and quickest way of locating him.
Ethan Hunt: And then what?
Mission Commander Swanbeck: Make sure she continues to see him, gets him to confide in her, and report to you.
Ethan Hunt: You made it sound as if I was recruiting her for her skills as a thief.
Mission Commander Swanbeck: Well then I misled you, or you made the wrong assumption. Either way, we are asking her to resume her prior relationship - not do anything she hasn't already done... voluntarily, I might add.
Ethan Hunt: No. She's got no training for this kind of thing.
Mission Commander Swanbeck: What? To go to bed with a man and lie to him? She's a woman - she's got all the training she needs.
Ethan Hunt: [to Luther, after they learned how difficult and critical their mission will be] We just rolled up a snowball and tossed it into hell. Now lets see what chance it has.
Ethan Hunt: [to Nyah, after looking at his watch hiding behind a metal container] We've got 19 hours and 57 minutes. I'll get Bellerophon into your system by then. Just stay alive. I'm not going to lose you.
Ethan Hunt: [to Luther, using an ear piece radio, while riding on his motorcycle as his being pursued by Sean and his men] Clear the bridge for me.
Ethan Hunt: Let's get lost.
Ethan Hunt: after saving her from the door she was hanging on from the cliff below, now his sitting in the car Don't you think we should wait a decent interval?
Nyah Nordoff-Hall: [sitting on top of him] Who wants to be decent?
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