Mission Commander Swanbeck:
Mr. Hunt, this isn't mission difficult, it's mission impossible. "Difficult" should be a walk in the park for you.

Ethan Hunt:
You turned around.

Nyah Nordoff-Hall:
What are you going to do? Spank me?

Ethan Hunt:
She's got no training for this.

Mission Commander Swanbeck:
What? To go to bed with a man and lie to him? She's a woman. She's got all the training she needs.

Sean Ambrose:
You know, that was the hardest part about having to portray you, grinning like an idiot every fifteen minutes.

Dr. Nekhorvich:
Every search for a hero must begin with something which every hero requires, a villain.

Mission Commander Swanbeck:
Good morning, Mr. Hunt. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, involves the recovery of a stolen item designated "Chimera." You may select any two team members, but it is essential that the third member of your team be Nyah Nordoff-Hall. She is a civilian, and a highly capable professional thief. You have forty-eight hours to recruit Miss Hall and meet me in Seville to receive your assignment. As always, should any member of your team be caught or killed, the Secretary will disavow all knowledge of your actions. And Mr. Hunt, the next time you go on holiday, please be good enough to let us know where you're going. This message will self-destruct in five seconds.

Ethan Hunt:
If I let you know where I'm going, I won't be on holiday.

Sean Ambrose:
You know women, mate. Like monkeys, they are - won't let go of one branch until they've got hold of the next.

Billy Baird:
You OK, mate?

Luther Stickell:
That punk put a hole in my Versace.

Ethan Hunt:
We just rolled up a snowball and threw it into Hell. Now we'll see if it has a chance.

Ethan Hunt:
Don't you think we should wait a decent interval?

Nyah Nordoff-Hall:
Who wants to be decent?

Luther Stickell:
Shit.

Ethan Hunt:
Yes it is.

Nyah Nordolf-Hall:
You're not gonna shoot me Sean, not this BITCH, cuz she's worth thirty seven, million pounds.

Sean Ambrose:
Put a sock in it.

Luther Stickell:
The satellite doesn't work as fast as I do.

Sean Ambrose:
If you look at Hunt's operational history, and I have, you'll notice that he invariably favors misdirection over confrontation.

Ethan Hunt:
We've got 19 hours and 57 minutes. I'll get Bellerophon into your system by then. Just stay alive. I'm not going to lose you.

Sean Ambrose:
Feel like pleading for your life?

Sean Ambrose:
In just a few hours you can be assured of going down in history as the typhoid Mary of Oz. G'day.

Sean Ambrose:
This is what's known as getting your gun off.

Ethan Hunt:
Clear the bridge for me.

Sean Ambrose:
Go ahead, Hunt. Use it. It's not a bad way to go. A lot better than the way that bitch is going to die.

Mission Commander Swanbeck:
You were under specific instructions to bring back a living sample of the Chimera virus. I'd be very interested to know how, after you'd managed its recovery intact, it subsequently got destroyed.

Ethan Hunt:
By fire. That's the best way, really.

Dr. Nekhorvich:
Well, I've heard...

Ethan Hunt:
...all I need to hear.