You think I'm fucking stupid? I know it was you.Terence Fletcher
Terence Fletcher: You are upset.
Terence Fletcher: Say it.
Andrew: I'm upset.
Terence Fletcher: Say it so the whole band can hear you.
Andrew: [a little louder] I'm upset!
Terence Fletcher: Louder!
Andrew: [loud] I'm upset!
Terence Fletcher: LOUDER!
Andrew: [louder] I'M UPSET!
Terence Fletcher: You are a worthless, friendless, faggot-lipped little piece of shit whose mommy left daddy when she figured out he wasn't Eugene O'Neill, and who is now weeping and slobbering all over my drum set like a fucking nine-year old girl! So for the final, FATHER-FUCKING time, SAY IT LOUDER!
Andrew: [at the top of his lungs] I'M UPSET!
Terence Fletcher: [going back to compose the band] Start practicing harder, Nieman.
I was there to push people beyond what's expected of them. I believe that's an absolute necessity.Terence Fletcher
Nieman, you earned the part. Alternates, will you clean the blood off my drum set?Terence Fletcher
Uncle Frank: You got any friends, Andy?
Uncle Frank: Oh, why's that?
Andrew: I don't know, I just never really saw the use.
Uncle Frank: Well, who are you going to play with otherwise? Lennon and McCartney, they were school buddies, am I right?
Andrew: Charlie Parker didn't know anybody 'til Jo Jones threw a cymbal at his head.
Uncle Frank: So that's your idea of success, huh?
Andrew: I think being the greatest musician of the 20th century is anybody's idea of success.
Jim: Dying broke and drunk and full of heroin at the age of 34 is not exactly my idea of success.
Andrew: I'd rather die drunk, broke at 34 and have people at a dinner table talk about me than live to be rich and sober at 90 and nobody remembered who I was.
Uncle Frank: Ah, but your friends will remember you, that's the point.
Andrew: None of us were friends with Charlie Parker. *That's* the point.
Uncle Frank: Travis and Dustin? They have plenty of friends and plenty of purpose.
Andrew: I'm sure they'll make great school board presidents someday.
Dustin: Oh, that's what this is all about? You think you're better than us?
Andrew: You catch on quick. Are you in Model UN?
Travis: I got a reply for you, Andrew. You think Carleton football's a joke? Come play with us.
Andrew: Four words you will never hear from the NFL.
Aunt Emma: Who wants dessert?
Luther Stickell: You gotta understand one thing, man. Ethan is my friend. And if I'll have a SECOND of doubt whose side you're on...
William Brandt: I believe you.
Benji Dunn: [Ethan wants to drive the car just after he was resuscitated after drowning in a water tank] Whoa, whoa, whoa, are you sure you wanna drive? A minute ago you were dead.
Ethan Hunt: What are you talking about?
Benji Dunn: [Benji gets in the car] This isn't gonna end well.
William Brandt: [Brandt and Luther are searching for Ethan and Benji in Morocco in a four-wheels car] You said you could find Ethan and Benji.
Luther Stickell: I said I could LOCATE them, you have to find them.
William Brandt: How are we gonna find them here?
William Brandt: Found them.
William Brandt: Aw, c'mon! It's a high-speed chase and you just had to bring a four-wheels to it!
Luther Stickell: You bought the car!
William Brandt: You just had to have it!
William Brandt: Look at it! Look at how slow we are!
[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
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!
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: The Syndicate is real. A rogue nation, trained to do what we do.
Benji Dunn: An anti-IMF.
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?