Franz Krieger: While we're in Virginia let's stop by Fort Knox. I'll fly a helicopter through the lobby and land right inside the vault. And it would be a hell of a lot easier than breaking into the goddamn CIA.
Eugene Kittridge: I want him manning a radar tower in Alaska by the end of the day. Just mail him his clothes.
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!
Eugene Kittridge: Ethan, I can see you're very upset. Ethan Hunt: Kittridge, you've never seen me "very upset".
Jack Harmen: Hasta lasagna, don't get any on ya.
Eugene Kittridge: If you want to shake hands with the devil, that's fine with me. I'll just 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.
(a stick of exploding gum) Jack Harmen: Just don't chew it.
(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.
Eugene Kittridge: Everyone has pressure points, Barnes. You find something that's personally important to someone and... you squeeze.
Eugene Kittridge: These guys are trained to be ghosts. We taught them to do it for christsakes.
Senator John Waltzer: We were living in a democracy the last time I checked.
Ethan Hunt: You're worried about me. Why?
Luther Stickell: (about a previous computer hack) There was never any physical evidence I had anything to do with that... that... that wonderful piece of work.
Ethan Hunt: (referring to CIA headquarters) This is the Mount Everest of hacks.
Franz Krieger: Try sleight of hand with me and I'll cut your throat.
Ethan Hunt: (just before entering the vault) Krieger, from this point on... absolute silence!
Eugene Kittridge: Good morning, Mr Phelps.
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.
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? (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.
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: 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?
(after Max's computer program diskette failed) Luther Stickell: Computers are a bitch.