Well, let's see if you can follow me around the room. The drunk Russians on the embankment, 7 and 8 o'clock. The couple waltzing around me at the Embassy at 9 and 11. The waiter standing behind Hannah, top of the stairs. Bow tie, 12 o'clock. The other IMF team. You're worried about me. Why?!
[referring to CIA headquarters] This is the Mount Everest of hacks.
Everest, man. You ready to plant the flag?
[just before entering the vault] Krieger, from here on in... absolute silence!
[to Claire] WAKE UP, CLAIRE! JIM'S DEAD! THEY'RE DEAD! THEY'RE ALL DEAD!
If you're dealing with someone who's crushed, shot, stabbed, and detonated five members of his own IMF team, how devastated do you really think you're gonna make him by hauling Mom and Uncle Donald down to the county courthouse?
[Holding the wad of explosive chewing gum before jumping off a chopper in the Chunnel] RED LIGHT! GREEN LIGHT!
I want him manning a radar tower in Alaska by the end of the day. Just mail him his clothes.
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, in how many countries? These guys are trained to be ghosts. We taught them to do it for Christ's sake.
Let's not waste time chasing after him; let's make him come to us. Everyone has pressure points, Barnes. You find something that's personally important to someone and... you squeeze.
Franz Krieger: Try any sleight of hand with my money and I'll cut your throat.
Jack Harmen: [referring to a stick of exploding gum] Stick of gum, right? No. Red light, green light. You find a lock you can't pick, you mash them together...[imitates an explosion]Hasta lasagna, don't get any on ya. You'll have about five seconds. Just don't chew it.
Max: I don't need to tell you what a comfort anonymity can be in my profession.... it feels like a warm blanket!
Senator John Waltzer: I want to know who these people are and how they're spending our taxpayers' money. We were living in a democracy the last time I checked.
Tape Recorder: This tape will self-destruct in five seconds. Good luck, Jim.
Sarah Davies: Tell me, Senator, do you all have someone on your staff named Jack?
Ethan Hunt[disguised as Senator John Waltzer, while Jack struggles to rig the fingerprint recognition system]: 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.
Jack Harmon: [seeing Hunt's point] Relax your crack, Foghorn, I'm working on it.
Ethan Hunt: Yeah. Could we get a capuccino machine in here? 'Cause I don't know what you call this.
Jack Harmon: I call it cruel and unusual.
Claire Phelps: Hey, I made that coffee.
Ethan Hunt: Exactly. Is it possible that it's any worse than the sludge you made in that barn in Kiev?
Claire Phelps: [sarcastically] Thank you.
Jim Phelps: Take it easy on my wife's coffee.
Ethan Hunt: We missed you in Kiev, Jim.
Jim Phelps: Missed you too, Ethan.
Jack Harmon: You're off on one of your cushy recruiting assignments again?
Ethan Hunt: Yeah, where did they put you up this time? The Plaza?
Jim Phelps: Drake Hotel, Chicago.
Jack Harmon: Ooh! Punishing! 24-hour room service!
Ethan Hunt: Yeah, chauffeured cars.
Jack Harmon: Fat expense accounts.
Ethan Hunt: He's getting soft in his old age.
Jack Harmon: Yes he is, look at him.
Jim Phelps: All right. Now, listen, if that list gets out into the open, the names of all our agents in every country Eastern Europe, will be up for grabs to the highest bidders. Third World terrorists, arms dealers, drug lords, any and everybody who'd love to get rid of long-term coverts like us. If they're exposed, they'll be executed. So, I'll run the whole show from the crow's nest here. Everyone knows their roles. Let's punch out the details.
Ethan Hunt: [over the phone] This is Ethan Hunt. They're dead.
Eugene Kittridge: What? Who's dead?
Ethan Hunt: My team. My team is DEAD! Golitsyn's gone. They knew we were coming, man. They knew we were coming and the disk is gone.
Eugene Kittridge: Are you intact?
Ethan Hunt: The disk is gone, do you read me? THE LIST IS IN THE OPEN!
Eugene Kittridge: Listen, I read you. Let's just bring you in safely, then we'll worry about that, okay? Were you followed?
Ethan Hunt: I don't think so.
Eugene Kittridge: Don't think. Be sure. Are you clean?
Ethan Hunt: [looks around] Yes.
Eugene Kittridge: Okay. Location Green, one hour. I'll be there myself.
Ethan Hunt: You're in Prague?
Eugene Kittridge: One hour. [hangs up]
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.
[Ethan and Claire are recruiting for the mission]
Ethan Hunt: Simple game. Four players. Exfil opens the pocket, Cyber Ops lifts the wallet.
Luther Stickell: Bank?
Ethan Hunt: [shakes his head] IMF mainframe.
Franz Krieger: Where exactly is it?
Ethan Hunt: In Langley.
Luther Stickell: In Langley? The-one-in-Virginia Langley?
Franz Krieger: Inside CIA headquarters at Langley? [to Claire] Is he serious?
Claire Phelps: Always.
Franz Krieger: [scoffs] 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 Stickell: What are we downloading?
Ethan Hunt: Information.
Luther Stickell: What kind?
Ethan Hunt: Profitable.
Claire Phelps: Payment on delivery.
Luther Stickell: [doubtfully] I don't know. I just don't know.
Ethan Hunt: Well, this doesn't sound like the Luther Stickell I heard of. What'd they used to call you? The Net Ranger? Phineas Phreak? The only man alive who actually hacked NATO Ghost Com.
Luther Stickell: There was never any physical evidence that I had anything to do with that... with that... [smiles] ...that exceptional piece of work.
Ethan Hunt: You don't know what you're missing. This is the Mount Everest of hacks.
Luther Stickell: You're all kidding yourselves. Even with top-of-the-line crypto, Cray access, STU-3's...
Claire Phelps: [cuts him off] Krieger can get it. [to Krieger] Right?
Franz Krieger: It may take a little time.
Ethan Hunt: What the hell do you mean, a little time? That's not what Claire tells me about you.
Luther Stickell: [to Krieger] Thinking Machine laptops? I'm talking about the 686 prototypes, with the artificial intelligence RISC chip.
Franz Krieger: Twenty-four hours.
Luther Stickell: [laughs] And, uh, I get to keep the equipment when we're done.
Ethan Hunt: Well, Luther, I guess you're all out of excuses.
Luther Stickell: [laughs] Hmm. Look, uh, I just can't hack my way inside. See, there's no modem access to the mainframe. It's in what we call a standalone, which means I'd have to be physically at the terminal.
Ethan Hunt: Relax, Luther. It's much worse than you think. [voice-over, the scene goes to William Donloe approaching the door to the computer vault] The terminal is in a black-vault lockdown. The only person allowed in the room has to pass through a series of security checks.
CIA Analyst William Donloe: [to keypad microphone] William Donloe.
Ethan Hunt: [voice-over] The first is a voiceprint identification and a six-digit access code.
[Donloe enters a code; the door opens and he enters an office]
Ethan Hunt: [voice-over] This only gets him into the outer room.
[Donloe removes his glasses and looks into a retinal scanner]
Ethan Hunt: [voice-over] Next he has to pass a retinal scan.
[Donloe inserts his ID card into a reader]
Ethan Hunt: [voice-over] And finally, the intrusion countermeasures are only deactivated by a double electronic key card...
[Cut to Hunt on the train]
Ethan Hunt: ...which we don't have.
[Donloe then enters the vault and logs in at the terminal]
Ethan Hunt: [voice-over] Now, inside the black vault, there are three systems operating whenever the technician is out of the room. The first is sound-sensitive. Anything above a whisper sets it off. The second system detects any increase in temperature. Even the body heat of an unauthorized person in the room will trigger it if the temperature rises just a single degree. Now that temperature is controlled by the air conditioning, coming in through an overhead duct, thirty feet above the floor. That vent is guarded by a laser net.
[Stickell and Krieger trade uneasy looks; Donloe leaves the vault and shuts the door, activating the security systems]
Ethan Hunt: [voice-over] The third system is on the floor and it's pressure-sensitive. The slightest increase in weight will trigger the alarm. If any one of these systems is set off, it will activate an automatic lockdown. Now, believe me when I tell you, gentlemen, all three systems are state-of-the-art.
[A drop of condensation from Donloe's soda cup falls on the floor, triggering the alarm. Cut to the train.]
Luther Stickell: [After a stunned silence] And you really think we can do this?
Ethan Hunt: We're going to do it.
[discussing the theft of the NOC list and the technician who was on duty at the time]
Eugene Kittridge: You and I know about this. That's where it stops, understand? It never happened.
Frank Barnes: What about him?
Eugene Kittridge: I want him manning a radar tower in Alaska by the end of the day. Just mail him his clothes.
Eugene Kittridge: I can understand you're very upset.
Ethan Hunt: Kitridge, 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!
[stops Krueger from stabbing a CIA man]
Ethan Hunt: Zero bodycount.
Franz Krieger: We'll see.
Ethan Hunt: [face covered by hood] 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: [thinks a second] I'm willing to take the chance.
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.
Luther Stickell: Reach your folks?
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. [holds up a glass of beer]
Luther Stickell: [holds up his glass] Cheers.
Ethan Hunt: To you, Luther. And being off the disavowed list.
Luther Stickell: Hey, I'm the flavour of the month. Why don't you come back with me?
Ethan Hunt: I just...don't know why I'd be doing it. Better go catch my flight. 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.
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?