Let me ask you something, Kittridge. If a man has crushed, shot, stabbed, and detonated five members of his own IMF team, how upset do you really think you're gonna make him by hauling Mom and Uncle Donald down to the county courthouse?

Ethan Hunt

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.

Sarah Davies: Tell me, Senator, do you all have someone on your staff named Jack?
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.

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.

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

Ethan Hunt

Luther Stickell: Reach your folks?
Ethan Hunt: [nods]
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.

Eugene Kittridge: Hello, Max.
Max: My lawyers are going to have a field day with this. Entrapment, jurisdictional conflict...
Eugene 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.

Eugene Kittridge: 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.

Good morning, Mr. Phelps.

Eugene Kittridge

[entering the vault] Krieger, from this point on... absolute silence!

Ethan Hunt

Try sleight of hand with me and I'll cut your throat.

Franz Krieger

This is the Mount Everest of hacks.

Ethan Hunt

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