Spy Thrilling Quotes from All Mission: Impossible Movies

Ethan Hunt: Saved your a** again, Jack.
Jack Harmon: Give me a break, Pops.
Sarah Davies: Such a nice a**.
Jack Harmon: And a lonely a**.

Ethan Hunt: [over phone] This is Ethan Hunt. They’re dead.
Kittridge: What? Who’s dead?
Ethan Hunt: My team. My team is dead!
Kittridge: Jesus.
Ethan Hunt: Golitsyn’s gone. They knew we were coming, man. They knew we were coming, and the disk is gone.
Kittridge: Are you intact?
Ethan Hunt: The disk is gone. Do you read me? The list is in the open!

Kittridge: I think we’ve lost enough agents for one night.
Ethan Hunt: You mean, I’ve lost enough agents for one night.
Kittridge: You seem hell-bent on blaming yourself, Ethan.

Ethan Hunt: This whole operation was a mole hunt.
Kittridge: Yeah. The mole’s deep inside. And like you said, you survived.

Kittridge: I can understand you’re very upset.
Ethan Hunt: Kittridge, you’ve never seen me very upset.
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 that you do it in hell.
[Ethan then throws the gum against one of the aquariums, making it explode]

Ethan Hunt: I’ve been disavowed. They actually think I killed Jim and everyone else.

Ethan Hunt: I thought I was going to see Max.
Matthias: You misunderstood. No one sees Max.
Ethan Hunt: Then what the hell am I doing here?
Matthias: Allowing Max to see you, and hear what you’ve got to say.
Ethan Hunt: Well, I don’t communicate very well through a shroud.
Matthias: Well, if Max doesn’t like what you have to say, you’ll be wearing that shroud indefinitely.

Max: So you are something of a paradox.
Ethan Hunt: Well, that depends.
Max: On what?
Ethan Hunt: Whether you like a paradox.

Kittridge: How many identities do you think Hunt has? How many times has he slipped past customs in how many countries? These guys are trained to be ghosts. We taught them to do it, for Christ’s sake.
Frank Barnes: Well, what do you suggest?
Kittridge: Let’s not waste time chasing after him, just make him come to us. Everybody has pressure points, Barnes. You find something that’s personally important to him and you squeeze.

Max: Sorry I doubted you, dear boy. You are a good sport.
Ethan Hunt: Thanks, Max. Or is it Maxine?
Max: I don’t have to tell you what a comfort anonymity can be in my profession. It’s like a warm blanket.

Ethan Hunt: IMF mainframe.
Krieger: Where exactly is it?
Ethan Hunt: In Langley.
Luther: In Langley? The one in Virginia, Langley?
Krieger: Inside CIA headquarters at Langley? Is he serious?
Claire: Always.

Krieger: If we’re going to Virginia, why don’t we drop by Fort Knox? I can fly a helicopter right in through the lobby and set it down inside the vault, and it would be a hell of a lot easier than breaking into the goddamn CIA.

Luther: [referring to his previous hacking job] There was never any physical evidence that I had anything to do with that. With that exceptional piece of work.

Luther: Look, I just can’t hack my way inside. See, there’s no modem access to the mainframe. It’s in what we call the stand-alone, which means I’d have to be physically at the terminal.
Ethan Hunt: Relax, Luther. It’s much worse than you think.

Ethan Hunt: Now, believe me when I tell you, gentlemen, all three systems are state of the art.
Luther: And you really think we can do this?
Ethan Hunt: We’re going to do it.

Kittridge: He’s recruiting. For what purpose?
CIA Agent: Survival.
Kittridge: Too shortsighted. This guy initiates. He’s proactive. The question is, what does he want? Where does he need to get it?

Ethan Hunt: [as Krieger is about to kill a guard] Krieger! Zero body count.
Krieger: We’ll see.

Kittridge: You and I know about this. That’s where it stops, you understand? It never happened.
Frank Barnes: [referring to the analyst, Donloe] What about him?
Kittridge: I want him manning a radar tower in Alaska by the end of the day. Just mail him his clothes.

Ethan Hunt: Do you actually think I’d let you have the NOC list?
Krieger: Try any sleight of hand with my money, I’ll cut your throat.

Luther: [as Ethan gives him the disk] What makes you trust me?
Ethan Hunt: Because if you knew what you were getting into, you never would have done it.

Ethan Hunt: [over phone] Can I ask you something, Kittridge?
Kittridge: Certainly, Ethan.
Ethan Hunt: If you’re dealing with someone who’s crushed, stabbed, shot, and detonated five members of his own IMF team, how devastated do you think you’re going to make him by marching Ma and Uncle Donald down to the county courthouse?
Kittridge: I don’t know, Ethan. Why don’t you tell me?

Ethan Hunt: Jim, look, who do you think you’re kidding here? A doctor’s got to look at that. You can’t sit up straight.
Jim Phelps: I can sit up straight. I just can’t sit up straight very well.

Jim Phelps: I saw who shot me. I saw the mole. It was Kittridge.
Ethan Hunt: Kittridge.
Jim Phelps: Kittridge, Ethan.
Ethan Hunt: Kittridge is the mole. My God, of course. You’re right.

Ethan Hunt: Why, Jim? Why?
Jim Phelps: When you think about it, Ethan, it was inevitable. No more Cold War. No more secrets you keep from everyone but yourself. Operations, you answer to no one but yourself. And then one day, you wake up, the President of the United States is running the country without your permission. The son of a b**ch, how dare he? Then you realize, it’s over. You’re an obsolete piece of hardware not worth upgrading. You’ve got a lousy marriage and sixty-two grand a year.

Claire: You knew about Jim?
Jim Phelps: Of course. Just exactly when he knew is something of a question. Mind telling me, Ethan? 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.

Claire: Ethan, if you knew about Jim, why…
Jim Phelps: Why the masquerade? Why take the risk? Well, Claire, you’ve asked the question. And you’re the answer.
Ethan Hunt: I knew about Jim.
Jim Phelps: But he didn’t know about you. In all fairness, Ethan, Claire was never convinced her charms would work on you. But I was supremely confident, having tasted the goods. “Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s wife,” Ethan.

Ethan Hunt: You know, Claire was wrong about one thing, Jim.
Jim Phelps: Oh? What’s that?
Kittridge: [Ethan puts on his glasses, and Kittridge sees Phelps] Good morning, Mr. Phelps.
Ethan Hunt: I’m not the only one who’s seen you alive.

Kittridge: Hello, Max.
Max: My lawyers are going to have a field day with this. Entrapment, jurisdictional conflict…
Kittridge: Well, maybe we’ll just leave the courts out of this one.
Max: I’m sure we can find something I have that you need.

Luther: Reach your folks? How are they feeling?
Ethan Hunt: About what?
Luther: 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: To you, Luther, for being off the disavowed list.
Luther: Hey, I’m the flavor of the month.

Ethan Hunt: So how’s it feel to be a solid citizen again?
Luther: Man, I don’t know. I’m going to miss being disreputable.
Ethan Hunt: Well, Luther, if it makes you feel any better, I’ll always think of you that way.

Air Stewardess: Excuse me. Mr. Hunt? Would you like to watch a movie?
Ethan Hunt: Oh. No, thank you.
Air Stewardess: Would you consider the cinema of the Caribbean? Aruba, perhaps?

Nyah Hall: [to Ethan] I don’t do laundry, cook, or put up with cheeky b****rds who set me up on their territory so they can poach on mine.

Nyah Hall: [to Ethan] You’re a spy! Well, if you want me, you’ve got to catch me.

Nyah Hall: Well, Ethan Hunt, what is it you want to talk to me about?
Ethan Hunt: A lot more than I thought.
Nyah Hall: [as he starts kissing her] Awfully short notice.
Ethan Hunt: Care to wait a decent interval?
Nyah Hall: Who wants to be decent?

Ethan Hunt: So what have you got against spies?
Nyah Hall: When they’ve got your recruiting technique, nothing.
Ethan Hunt: This wasn’t exactly by the book.
Nyah Hall: They’ve got a book for this?
Ethan Hunt: They’ve got a book for everything.

Nyah Hall: What am I doing here? I mean, I thought I was supposed to be some kind of thief to catch a thief.
Ethan Hunt: So did I. Sort of.

Mission Commander Swanbeck: Sorry I barged in on your vacation.
Ethan Hunt: I’m sorry I didn’t tell you where I was.
Mission Commander Swanbeck: Don’t be. It wouldn’t be a vacation if you did.
Ethan Hunt: Well, you’re sorry, and I’m sorry.
Mission Commander Swanbeck: Why did you phrase it like that?
Ethan Hunt: Like what?
Mission Commander Swanbeck: “You’re sorry. I’m sorry.”

Ethan Hunt: [referring to Nyah] She’s got no training for this kind of thing.
Mission Commander Swanbeck: To go to bed with a man and lie to him? She’s a woman. She’s got all the training she needs.

Mission Commander Swanbeck: Well, this is not Mission: Difficult, Mr. Hunt. It’s Mission: Impossible. Difficult should be a walk in the park for you.

Nyah Hall: I don’t have a conscience. I’m a bloody thief. You’re going to try and force me to do this?
Ethan Hunt: Generally, I don’t favor coercing someone, not when there’s a chance my life could end up in their hands.
Nyah Hall: Is that the only reason?
Ethan Hunt: Can you think of a better one?
Nyah Hall: Me? No. But I was just hoping you might, thinking that somewhere in the course of business this got personal as well as physical!

Luther: [after stepping on sheep droppings] S**t.
Ethan Hunt: Yes, it is.
Luther: This ain’t funny. I just bought these eight hundred dollar Gucci shoes, and you got me in a helicopter with this man?

Ethan Hunt: We’ve just rolled up a snowball and tossed it into hell. Now we’ll see what chance it has.

Ethan Hunt: How did you do? Don’t turn around.
Nyah Hall: I managed.
Ethan Hunt: You turned around.
Nyah Hall: What are you going to do, spank me?

McCloy: You crashed on the plane. You’re dead.
Dr. Nekhorvich: [Ethan disguised as Nekhorvich] Tired, certainly. But dead is a little extreme.

Sean Ambrose: If you look at Hunt’s operational history, and I have, he invariably favors misdirection over confrontation.

Sean Ambrose: Hunt will prefer to enter Biocyte somewhere from the top, where security is minimal. He’ll undoubtedly engage in some aerobatic insanity before he’ll risk harming a hair on a security guard’s head.

Sean Ambrose: Well, Hunt, how you been?
Ethan Hunt: Fighting a bit of a cold.
Sean Ambrose: You know, that was the hardest part of having to portray you, grinning like an idiot every fifteen minutes.
Ethan Hunt: I always thought the hardest part was curbing that pressing need of yours to get your gun off.

Sean Ambrose: One can’t hold Nyah responsible for her actions. You know women, mate. Like monkeys they are. Won’t let go of one branch till they get a grip on the next.

Ethan Hunt: [after she injects herself with the virus] What did you think you were doing?
Nyah Hall: I wasn’t thinking! Just trying to stop you from getting hurt, that’s all.
Ethan Hunt: You who don’t have a conscience.
Nyah Hall: I guess I lied.

Sean Ambrose: Do you feel like pleading for your life?
Sean Ambrose: [as Nyah slaps him] Well, then how about dying, so you can make me a lot of money. In just a few hours time, you can be assured of going down in history as the Typhoid Mary of Oz. G’day.

Luther: Nyah’s been dropped off. I think she’s still alive.
Ethan Hunt: Where is she?
Luther: Somewhere in Sydney.
Ethan Hunt: Somewhere in Sydney? Care to harden the target?

Sean Ambrose: [before shooting Hugh disguised as Ethan] Now, this is what’s known as getting your gun off.

Billy Baird: You alright, mate?
Luther: That punk put a hole in my Versace.

Mission Commander Swanbeck: So what are your plans?
Ethan Hunt: I don’t know. Some sort of vacation. I’ll let you know where I’m going.
Mission Commander Swanbeck: Don’t have to do that. It wouldn’t be a vacation if you did.

Ethan Hunt: [to Nyah] Let’s get lost.

Luther: So, this girl, what the hell do you see in her anyway?
Ethan Hunt: Who, Julia? You’ve never met her.
Luther: Yeah, and the way things are, I probably never will. Lucky for her, right? That’s what you’re thinking.

Ethan Hunt: We need touchdown in less than three. Do you copy?
Declan: Roger that, I copy. Please, when do I not copy? All I do is copy.

Lindsey Farris: I’m out. How many rounds you got?
Ethan Hunt: Enough.
Ethan Hunt: [fires a shot and kills the thug] Now I’m out.

Theodore Brassel: I read your training brief on Agent Farris. The words you used were “beyond capable”. That still stand, Mr. Hunt?
Ethan Hunt: Mr. Brassel…
Theodore Brassel: Does it stand?
Ethan Hunt: Yes, sir, it does.
Theodore Brassel: Because we’ve got a corpse downstairs that says otherwise.

Ethan Hunt: Mr. Brassel, it’s unacceptable to judge Agent Farris’s competence based…
Theodore Brassel: It’s unacceptable that chocolate makes you fat, but I’ve eaten my share. And guess what?

Theodore Brassel: [to Ethan] There is one reason that you are sitting here before me today, and that is luck. Because your operation was poorly conceived and executed worse.

Musgrave: Two laptops were recovered.
Theodore Brassel: I’m aware of that. We’ve talked to Tech Services. They doubt if they can reconstitute the drives. “Crispy”, I believe, is what they called them. Worthless.

Theodore Brassel: This is Intelligence. So far I haven’t seen any.

Theodore Brassel: Mr. Musgrave, please don’t interrupt me when I’m asking rhetorical questions.

Luther: Listen, man. I don’t mean to cross the line, but was there something going on between you two? You and Lindsey.
Ethan Hunt: Lindsey was like my little sister.
Luther: And you never slept with your little sister, right? Hey, brother, if I don’t ask you, who will?

Ethan Hunt: The thing about Lindsey is she was brand-new. She was sweet. Remember when you were sweet? Can you remember that far back?
Luther: Yeah, well, barely.

Ethan Hunt: [to Luther] In Germany, you asked me what it is I see in Julia. What I see in Julia is life before all this. And it’s good.

Ethan Hunt: Rabbit’s Foot?
Benji: Yeah, well, I’m assuming it’s like a code word for something he’s about to sell to an unspecified buyer, for eight hundred and fifty million dollars, by the way. Or maybe it’s not a code word. Maybe it’s just a really, really expensive bunny appendage.

Benji: So whenever I see like a rogue organization, willing to spend this amount of money on a mystery tech, I always assume it’s the Anti-God. End-of-the-world kind of stuff, you know? But, no, I don’t have any idea what it is. I was just speculating.

Luther: [to Ethan] That look in your eye is a pain in my a**. You know that, right?

Ethan Hunt: I need you to trust me.
Julia: Yes. I trust you.

Declan: No matter how we grab Davian, his clients are going to 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. I’ll need thirty seconds. And we’ll need a truck.

Declan: [to Ethan] Now we’ve pi**ed off every Italian in Rome, go do what you got to do.

Luther: But a normal relationship isn’t viable for people like us.
Ethan Hunt: I don’t agree with that.
Luther: Then I’m smarter than you.

Declan: I agree with Luther. We can’t have real relationships. But you see, I love that.

Luther: Twenty-three months. That’s as long as it’ll last when you got the baggage we do and the lifestyle we got.
Ethan Hunt: Really?
Luther: Yeah, really. Look at me. I know what I’m talking about. And you know I know what I’m talking about.

Luther: In our job, there’s always going to be something between you and a woman. Always.
Ethan Hunt: Luther, listen.
Luther: Dishonesty. A dishonesty that poisons everything.
Ethan Hunt: I think I need to tell you something.
Luther: Stop talking. This isn’t about you, Ethan. And whoever this girl is, you’re going to end up messing up her life too. Don’t do it.
Ethan Hunt: Jules and I got married two days ago.
Luther: Congratulations.

Ethan Hunt: [disguised as Davian] Blow the car.
Zhen: Oh. It’s such a nice car.
Ethan Hunt: And yet, do it.

Owen Davian: Do you have a wife, girlfriend?
Ethan Hunt: It’s up to you how this goes.
Owen Davian: Because you know what I’m going to do next? I’m going to find her, whoever she is, I’m going to find her, and I’m going to hurt her.

Owen Davian: I’m going to make her bleed, and cry, and call out your name. And you’re not going to be able to do s**t. You know why?
Ethan Hunt: What is the Rabbit’s Foot?
Owen Davian: Because you’re going to be this close to dead.
Ethan Hunt: And who is the buyer?
Owen Davian: And then I’m going to kill you right in front of her.

Owen Davian: [to Ethan] You don’t have any idea what the hell is going on, do you? I mean, you saw what I did to your little blonde friend at the factory, right? Well, that was nothing. That was fun.

Owen Davian: [to Ethan] What I’m selling, and who I’m selling to, is the last thing you should be concerned about, Ethan.

Owen Davian: [to Ethan] You hung me outside of an airplane. You can always tell someone’s character by the way they treat those they don’t need to treat well.

Theodore Brassel: [to Ethan] Now, I am not a stranger to disrespect. You don’t get to where I am without developing a thick skin. But what I won’t stand for, what I will lose sleep over, and I love my sleep, is the idea of an irresponsible rogue agent working in my office. So I’m going to slow things way down here. You can look at me with those judgmental, incriminating eyes all you want, but I bulls**t you not. I will bleed on the flag to make sure the stripes stay red.

Zhen: What’s your exit?
Ethan Hunt: Base-jump off the top. I need a chute.
Declan: Even at one-sixty-two, you’re pushing minimum height for a jump.
Zhen: Chute opens any lower than that, and you’re dead.
Declan: What are you going to do? Land in the middle of Shanghai, and hope no one notices?
Ethan Hunt: Central Park’s two blocks away.
Luther: Wait, wait. Ethan, I’m not saying I have a better idea, but there’s a point where bold becomes stupid.

Ethan Hunt: Now, if I get out with Julia, we win. If I don’t, then, look, then she’s dead anyway. And so am I. You know?

Luther: [referring to Ethan] He made it. He made it. I knew he’d make it.

Declan: Ethan! Get in! They’re coming!
Ethan Hunt: Who?
Declan: Building security, and they’re pi**ed.

Ethan Hunt: I’ll see you back home.
Luther: Ethan. You know they probably plan to kill you both.
Ethan Hunt: Then I won’t see you back home.

Owen Davian: [to Ethan] We’ve put an explosive charge in your head. Does that sound familiar?

Benji: [to Ethan] Everyone’s looking for you. Everyone I know. They’re looking. But I just looked it up. Okay, you’re on Interpol’s most wanted list. And that, by the way, is a spectacular list to be on.

Benji: [to Ethan] Maybe we can share a jail cell together, you know? If this all goes tits up, which it will.

Benji: [to Ethan] I’ve just aided and abetted an enemy of the state. Fantastic. Thank you.

Owen Davian: [to Ethan] I’ve activated the charge in your head. You have maybe four minutes left. Didn’t I tell you she’d call out your name?

Owen Davian: [to Ethan] And I told you I was going to kill you in front of her? Well, I’m going to kill her in front of you.

Ethan Hunt: I have a charge in my head. I’m going to die unless you kill me.
Julia: What?
Ethan Hunt: [referring to being electrocuted] Throw the switch on and off. Don’t forget the off.

Julia: I was thinking you might want to tell me why we’re in China.
Ethan Hunt: I know. I work for an agency. It’s called IMF.
Julia: What does that stand for?
Ethan Hunt: Impossible Mission Force.
Julia: Shut up.

Ethan Hunt: Everything I’m telling you is top-secret.
Julia: You can trust me.
Ethan Hunt: Yeah, I know.

Theodore Brassel: You aren’t considering quitting, are you, Ethan?
Ethan Hunt: I’m considering going on my honeymoon.
Theodore Brassel: Have fun.

Ethan Hunt: The Rabbit’s Foot. What is it?
Theodore Brassel: Promise me you’ll stay, I’ll tell you.
Ethan Hunt: I’ll send you a postcard.
Theodore Brassel: Fair enough.

IMF Secretary: The tension between the United States and Russia hasn’t been this high since the Cuban Missile Crisis. And the blame, right or wrong, points to IMF. The President has initiated Ghost Protocol. The entire IMF has been disavowed.

IMF Secretary: [to Ethan] 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: [to Ethan] You will then disappear, and this conversation never having taken place, that 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. Your mission, should you choose to accept it.

Brandt: What do we do?
Ethan Hunt: Wait here.
Brandt: Where else am I going to go?

Brandt: Alright, so what was your scenario? Right, there’s a guy being shot at in the water. All of a sudden, decides to light up a flare and swim around? I mean, what did you assume they’d be thinking?
Ethan Hunt: Thinking?
Brandt: Yeah.
Ethan Hunt: I didn’t assume they were thinking. I assumed they were shooting at anything that moved. I just gave them a target.

Benji: Ethan? Jeez, I thought you were dead!
Ethan Hunt: We are.

Translator: [translating Hendricks speech] How will the world finally end? It is my job to predict the unthinkable. To treat the death of billions as a game. After twenty years of this, I was numb. Until a new question crossed my mind. What happens after the end of the world? Every two or three million years, some natural catastrophe devastates all life on Earth. But life goes on. And what little remains is made stronger. Put simply, world destruction is an unpleasant, but necessary part of evolution.

Translator: [translating Hendricks speech] What happens then, I wondered, when mankind faces the next end of the world? I looked to Hiroshima, Nagasaki, thriving cities rebuilt from the ashes, monuments to the unimaginable, dedicated to the concept of peace. It occurred to me here that nuclear war might have a place in the natural order. But only if it could be controlled. Only if it touched every living soul equally.

Ethan Hunt: 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 remain of the IMF. And as of this moment, any action is unsanctioned. So if you want out, speak now.

Brandt: Okay, so to the extent that I understand what you’re talking about here, the Burj Khalifa, it’s the tallest building in the world, and you want to alter its infrastructure with the hopes of convincing two people that they’ve had a meeting, which actually really never happened. Right?

Benji: Okay. Now this is a slight wrinkle, but nothing to worry about. We’re just going to have to go into the server room from the outside.
Ethan Hunt: What?

Benji: I’m telling you, we can get to it from outside.
Ethan Hunt: “We”?
Benji: I’m on the computer.
Brandt: I’m just the helper.

Benji: [referring to the gloves] Okay, now remember, it’s a rolling off motion that disengages the bond. When the meter is blue, that’s full adhesion. Easy way to remember. Blue is glue.
Ethan Hunt: And when it’s red?
Benji: Dead.

Brandt: Twenty-two minutes to door knock.
Ethan Hunt: The countdown is not helping.
Brandt: I’m just saying.

Brandt: Your line’s not long enough!
Ethan Hunt: No s**t!

Benji: That was not easy, but I did it. What did I miss?

Benji: Are you sure I shouldn’t wear a mask? You know, because I’m not exactly Omar Sharif.

Sabine Moreau: No diamonds, no codes.
Ethan Hunt: No codes, no diamonds.

Sabine Moreau: How good is your backup?
Ethan Hunt: The best.
Sabine Moreau: I’ve killed the best.

Ethan Hunt: [to Moreau] You want payment, I want guarantees. When he’s authenticated the codes, I’ll make the call and you get your diamonds. That, or we all go home in buckets. Nobody leaves this hotel alive.

Leonid Lisenker: Thank God.
Wistrom: [as he’s about to shoot Lisenker] You can thank him in person.

Jane: [referring to Moreau] Watch her.
Benji: Why me?
Jane: Because if I do, I’ll kill her.

Ethan Hunt: Who are you really, Brandt?
Brandt: What are you asking?
Ethan Hunt: What am I asking? Well, let me see if I can put it another way. How does an agent with skills like that end up an analyst?
Brandt: Well, we all have our secrets. Don’t we, Ethan?

Jane: What’s the plan?
Ethan Hunt: The plan was for us to stop him together.
Benji: Well, what are you going to do?
Ethan Hunt: Change the plan.

Brandt: [referring to the couple he was shadowing] One day, the husband decides to leave the hotel and go for a run. So I follow him, and I leave two men with the wife. When I get back, my guys are unconscious, and the wife is gone. Local police found her body three days later. What was left of her, anyway. That was my last day in the field. I couldn’t face another life-or-death situation after that.
Jane: So what happened to the husband?
Brandt: I never saw him again. Until two days ago in Moscow, when the Secretary introduced me to Ethan Hunt.

Ethan Hunt: Our countries are on the brink of war.
The Fog: War is very good for business.
Ethan Hunt: Nuclear war?

Benji: Love the jet.
Ethan Hunt: Wait till you see the car.

Ethan Hunt: I don’t blame you for what happened. She took someone you cared about. That’s not something you just let go.
Jane: Did it make you feel better? When you killed the men who killed your wife?
Ethan Hunt: We can’t get them back.

Brandt: You just breezed over something I think is really important. The computer array part, where I just jump?
Benji: And I catch you. Why is that so hard to grasp?
Brandt: Why? It’s a twenty-five foot drop. And we’re using magnets.

Benji: I’d be more worried about the heat.
Brandt: And then there’s that. What heat?
Benji: Well, it’s like any computer, isn’t it? If you switch off the fan, it’s going to get really hot!
Brandt: Of course.
Benji: Relatively, you know.
Brandt: Of course it will. So I’m jumping into an oven, essentially.
Benji: Yeah. Essentially. But I’ll catch you.

Benji: Why am I Pluto? It’s not even a planet anymore.
Brandt: Well, I think Uranus is available.
Benji: It’s funny because you said “anus”.

Ethan Hunt: Did you jump?
Brandt: Should I not have jumped? Because I jumped!

Brandt: [getting out of the giant fan] Next time, I get to seduce the rich guy.

Ethan Hunt: Mission accomplished!

Luther: You actually said that. Out loud. “Mission accomplished.”
Ethan Hunt: I said it.
Luther: You’re still corny, Ethan. I can’t imagine the look on that guy’s face.

Benji: So, I hear the insurance company’s refusing to pay the claim on that car you crashed, Ethan. Something about intentional hundred meter vertical drops not being covered.
Ethan Hunt: Go figure.

Benji: I’m fine, by the way. I mean, I’m not actually sleeping, per se. You know. Cold sweats, middle of the night. All these people are just happy, and smiling, and they are completely oblivious to the fact that they were almost vaporized. And if it hadn’t been for…
Brandt: Dumb luck?
Ethan Hunt: Was it?

Ethan Hunt: I mean, look, we were unprepared, in the dark. Disavowed. And the only thing that functioned properly on that mission was this team. I don’t know how we ended up together, but I’m glad we did. Your missions. Choose to accept them.
Benji: Hey, look, I’m in. Seriously. It’s not as if any mission is going to be rougher than the last one, is it? I mean, that’s just… Bomb… Is it?

Brandt: So you had to fake your wife’s death.
Ethan Hunt: As long as we were together, she could never be safe. It wasn’t your job to protect her, Brandt. It’s mine.

Recorded Voice: Good evening, Mr. Hunt. Thirty-six hours ago, there was a breach in our military’s communication network. Now, an emerging terror organization known as The Syndicate has control of our entire drone fleet. Their targets, unknown. Your mission, should you choose to accept it…

Brandt: Mr. Chairman, the IMF has operated without oversight for forty years. Now, are its methods unorthodox? Yes. Are its results less than perfect? Absolutely. But without the IMF…
Alan Hunley: There will be order and stability!

Ethan Hunt: They call you the Bone Doctor. The funny thing is, you were officially declared dead three years ago.
Ethan Hunt: [to Ilsa] Nice shoes, by the way. Not his. Yours.

Ethan Hunt: What are you doing?
Ilsa Faust: I can’t leave.
Ethan Hunt: You can’t stay. We just killed those men.
Ilsa Faust: We didn’t kill them, you did. I tried to stop you. You got away.

Brandt: The Committee has shut us down. Operations have been handed over to the CIA. There is no more IMF. I’ve been ordered to bring everyone in. Ethan…
Ethan Hunt: I understand.
Brandt: Ethan.
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.

Brandt: This man you saw, can you find him?
Ethan Hunt: I won’t stop until I do.
Brandt: This may very well be our last mission, Ethan. Make it count.

Alan Hunley: Hunt is both arsonist and fireman at the same time. I believe that the Syndicate is a figment of his imagination, created to justify the IMF’s existence. I’m going to find him, Brandt, and when I do, he will be called upon to answer for every wanton act of mayhem he is responsible for. Welcome to the CIA.
Brandt: You’ll never find him.
Alan Hunley: Set your watch, Brandt. Ethan Hunt is living his last day as a free man.

Alan Hunley: Hunt has resurfaced. This time in Cuba. He left these behind. Tell me what you make of them.
Benji: I don’t know. He’s taken up scrapbooking?

Benji: Six months I have been here, sifting through mountains of metadata and exabytes of encoded excrement. I have decrypted, processed, parsed more data than anyone in my section. And yet, every week you haul me in here, and you ask me the same question, just in a different way.
Alan Hunley: And today you haven’t answered it.
Benji: You seem to think I have some kind of obligation to him. Okay. Nothing could be further from the truth. Ethan Hunt is still out there in the field, and I am stuck here answering for it. We are not friends. I owe him nothing.

Ethan Hunt: [over earpiece] Welcome to Vienna, Benji. Miss me?
Benji: Ethan, where are you? Where the hell have you been? You know what? Please, don’t tell me that. Because it’s just another thing I will have to lie about in my weekly polygraph.

Benji: Well, 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.

Benji: [to Ethan] Right. Well, we have a European head of state here at the same time as we are looking for a nefarious terrorist. And I’m sure that the two things are completely unrelated. Meanwhile, I will try and overlook the fact that you’re an international fugitive wanted by the CIA. And that this little unsanctioned operation is tantamount to treason. Because, as you stated earlier, I will be back at my desk on Monday morning, playing videogames, and no one will be any the wiser.

Ethan Hunt: I have a way out. Interested?
Ilsa Faust: Lead the way.

Benji: [referring to Ilsa] She tried to shoot me!
Ethan Hunt: That doesn’t make her a bad person.

Ilsa Faust: [referring to her lipstick] Ilsa Faust. You’re Ethan Hunt. And that shade is very hard to find.
Ethan Hunt: What were you doing at the opera tonight?
Benji: Aside from killing the Chancellor.

Ilsa Faust: Saving your life in London put me in a tight spot with some very dangerous people. I was sent to kill the Chancellor to regain their trust.
Benji: Ah, so you admit that you killed him!
Ilsa Faust: I went through the motions. That’s not the same thing.

Alan Hunley: Finding Hunt is no longer a pet project. The Special Activities Division will now have full discretion.
Brandt: You mean shoot to kill.
Alan Hunley: Whether Hunt lives or dies is entirely up to him.

Benji: Let me guess. Presumed dead.
Ethan Hunt: Tonight, I made it official.

Ethan Hunt: These are no accidents. They’re links in a chain. The work of a single organization, the Syndicate. A rogue nation, trained to do what we do, imbued with a new sense of purpose. Destroy the system that created them regardless of who’s in their way.
Benji: An anti-IMF.

Benji: Ethan, this is what I signed up for. Let me help you find him.
Ethan Hunt: That’s why I brought you here in the first place, and look what happened! I can’t protect you. That’s why I need you to leave.
Benji: 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 going to say about that.
Ethan Hunt: Okay.

Ilsa Faust: Are you questioning my loyalty or my ability?
Lane: Can’t decide.
Ilsa Faust: I’ve told you before, trust me or kill me. But if you’re going to kill me, be a man. Do it yourself.

Luther: Look, man, I know Ethan. I don’t know you. All I know about you is that you chose to work for Hunley.
Brandt: Yeah. All I know about you is you chose to resign.

Luther: You don’t have to worry about Ethan. They’ll never catch him.
Brandt: No, they’re not going to catch him. No. This is the CIA. This is Hunley we’re talking about. Things are out of control. No, they’re going to kill him. They’re going to kill Ethan. They’re going to kill Benji. We have to get to them first. Are you going to help me?

Benji: Well, that’s easy. We just impersonate the agent who stole the ledger in the first place, and I get to wear a mask!

Benji: So, what you’re saying is no mask can beat it. We’re busted before we even get into the vault, and I wind up in a Moroccan jail, playing mummies and daddies with Ahmad the Strangler. Okay, I don’t get to wear a mask.

Ethan Hunt: So I have to hold my breath for three minutes.
Benji: 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: Don’t worry about him, alright? 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. That doesn’t sound impossible.

Brandt: Tell me it’s possible to pull facial recognition off a sketch.
Luther: For mere mortals, no. For me, I could’ve done this at home.
Brandt: Alright. How long is this going to take?
Luther: Found her.

Benji: Important note. The profile is in slot 108. And a slightly more important note. If you haven’t switched that profile before I reach the gait analysis, I’m dead.
Ilsa Faust: Thank you, Benji.

Brandt: I thought you said you could find him.
Luther: I said I could locate him. You have to find him.
Brandt: Right.

Benji: Are you okay to drive? A minute ago you were dead.
Ethan Hunt: What are you talking about?
Benji: This is not going to end well.

Brandt: It’s a high-speed chase! You just had to get the four-by-four, didn’t you?
Luther: Don’t blame me. You chose the car.
Brandt: You just had to have it!

Ethan Hunt: [driving fast as they’re being chased] Do you have your seatbelt on?
Benji: You’re asking me that now?

Brandt: [after their car crashes upsidedown] We good?
Ethan Hunt: Things got a little out of hand.

Ilsa Faust: He was going to torture and kill an American agent.
Atlee: And you should have let him. Then you would still have Lane’s trust. This is the trade. Hunt understands that.
Ilsa Faust: I wasn’t going to let him die. He’s our ally.
Atlee: There are no allies in statecraft, Ilsa, only common interests. As it stands, Ethan Hunt is a man without a country. This makes killing him decidedly less complicated.

Ilsa Faust: Are you ordering me to kill Hunt?
Atlee: Good God, no. Nothing so crude as that. No. Lane will order you. And to regain his trust, you will do it.

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 the CIA. I’m so proud of us.

Brandt: I think right now you’re incapable of seeing that there is another way.
Luther: And sometimes Ethan is the only one capable of seeing the only way.
Brandt: And if he is wrong, then we have Vienna all over again!

Ilsa Faust: You kill innocent people.
Lane: I helped my government kill many innocent people and more. So much more. Killing to keep things as they were. And now I’m killing to bring about change.
Ilsa Faust: I think Ethan Hunt would disagree.
Lane: Ethan Hunt is a gambler. And one day his luck will run out, and thousands of innocent people will pay the price. Which one of us will be the villain then?

Ilsa Faust: [to Ethan] Lane, Atlee, your government, my government, they’re all the same. We only think we’re fighting for the right side because that’s what we choose to believe.

Ethan Hunt: And option three?
Ilsa Faust: Come away with me. Right now.
Luther: Oh, boy.

Ilsa Faust: [to Ethan] Forget about Lane. There will always be another Lane. There will always be people like us to face him. We’ve done our part and we’ve been cast aside. We can be anyone. We can do anything. It’s only a matter of going.

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.

Brandt: We’re supposed to take down the Prime Minister of Great Britain tonight, so.
Ethan Hunt: Brandt? I can’t see another way.
Brandt: Neither can I. But we do what we have to do for our friends, right?

Alan Hunley: Hunt is uniquely trained and highly motivated. A specialist without equal, immune to any countermeasures. There is no secret he cannot extract. No security he cannot breach. No person he cannot become. He has, most likely, anticipated this very conversation, and is waiting to strike in whatever direction we move. Sir, Hunt is the living manifestation of destiny. And he has made you his mission.

Alan Hunley: Hunt, I hope you realize you’ve set back US-UK relations to the American Revolution?
Ethan Hunt: Desperate times, desperate measures, sir.

Lane: Human nature. My weapon of choice.

Ethan Hunt: You were certain we’d end up where we are right now. Then, again, so was I. I know you, Lane. Somewhere along the line, you had a crisis of faith. Human life didn’t matter anymore. Or maybe it never really did. Either way, you killed too many innocent people without ever asking who was giving the orders or why. You blame the system for what you are, instead of yourself. You wanted revenge, but Rome wasn’t destroyed in a day. You needed help. You needed money, a lot of it. And you’ll stop at nothing to get it. That’s how I know I’m going to put you in a box.

Brandt: They’re coming.
Luther: We’re not ready.
Brandt: Then get ready.

Ethan Hunt: [after he’s captured Lane in a glass box] Gentlemen, this is Solomon Lane. Mr. Lane, meet the IMF.

Ethan Hunt: You’re free now. Where will you go?
Ilsa Faust: I don’t know. I’ve done my part.

Chairman: I’m not sure the Committee approves of your methods, Director Hunley.
Alan Hunley: Well, desperate times, desperate measures, Mr. Chairman.
Chairman: And you, Mr. Brandt, how can you justify this deception?
Brandt: I can neither confirm nor deny details of any operation without the Secretary’s approval.

Brandt: Welcome to the IMF, Mr. Secretary.