Quotes

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

Ethan Hunt: Relax Luther, it’s much worse than you think.

Luther Stickell: You really think we can do this.
Ethan Hunt: We’re going to do it.

Eugene Kittridge: I understand you’re very upset.
Ethan Hunt: Kittridge, you’ve never seen me very upset.
Eugene Kittridge: 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!

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.

[Ethan Hunt has just discovered that arms-dealer Max is a woman]
Max: Anonimity… is like a warm blanket.

Ethan Hunt: 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.

[over the phone]
Ethan Hunt: 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: Wait a minute…
Ethan Hunt: Did you hear me? The list is in the open.

Ethan Hunt: You’re worried about me. Why?

Ethan Hunt: [referring to CIA headquarters] This is the Mount Everest of hacks.

Ethan Hunt: [just before entering the vault] Krieger, from this point on… absolute silence!

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.

Luther Stickell: Reach your folks?
[Ethan 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.

[last lines]
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 Hunt: [to Claire] Wake up, Claire! Jim’s dead! He’s dead! They’re all dead!

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: Saved your ass again, Jack.
Jack Harmen: Give me a break, Pops.
Sarah Davies: Such a nice ass.
Jack Harmen: And a lonely ass.

Ethan Hunt: 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?

Claire Phelps: Just give me the money.
Ethan Hunt: [quietly] You’ve earned it.

Ethan Hunt: RED LIGHT, GREEN LIGHT!