Desperate times, desperate measures.

Ethan Hunt

[to Claire] Wake up, Claire! Jim's dead! He's dead! They're all dead!

Ethan Hunt

Join the IMF and see the world. On a screen. From a closet.

Benji Dunn

Welcome to the IMF, Mr. Secretary

William Brandt

Anonimity... is like a warm blanket.


Jim Phelps: 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.

Hasta lasagna, don't get any on ya.

Jack Harmen

Ethan Hunt: Zero bodycount.
Franz Krieger: We'll see.

Eugene Kittridge: What... can... we do, Barnes? Put a guy at the airport? How many identities do you think Hunt has? How many times has he slipped past customs and in how many counties? These guys are trained to be ghosts... we taught them to do it for Christ's sake!
Frank Barnes: Well what do you suggest?
Eugene Kittridge: Let's not waste time chasing after him, just make him come to us. Everybody has pressure points Barnes, you fine something that's personally important to him and you... squeeze.

Ethan Hunt: They're dead.
Eugene Kittridge: What? Who's dead?
Ethan Hunt: My team. My team is dead! They knew we were coming. They knew we were coming and the disk is gone.
Eugene Kittridge: Wait a minute...
Ethan Hunt: Did you hear me? The list is in the open.

All right, 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!

Eugene Kittridge

[gives Hunt the exploding gum] Just don't chew it.

Jack Harmen

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