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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. Come up against 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 have to tell you what a comfort anonymity can be in my profession. It's 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.

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Jim Phelps: I prefer the theater. Flight Attendant: Would you consider the cinema of the Ukraine? Jim Phelps: Perhaps you'll choose one for me. [She gives him a cassette] Thank you. Voice on Tape: Good morning, Mr. Phelps. The man you're looking at is Alexander Golitsyn, an attaché at our embassy in Prague. He is also a traitor. He has stolen one half of the CIA NOC list, a record of all our deep-cover agents working in Eastern Europe. For security reasons, the NOC list is divided in two. The portion that Golitsyn already has contains code names, but this half is useless without its mate, which matches the code names with their true names. It is this half which Golitsyn plans to steal from the embassy during a reception tomorrow night. Your mission, Jim, should you choose to accept it, is to obtain photographic proof of the theft, shadow Golitsyn to his buyer, and apprehend them both. We've already dispatched a team selected from your usual group. Sarah Davies is already undercover, Ja

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Ethan Hunt: Yeah. Could we get a cappuccino 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 in Eastern Europe will be up for grabs to the highest

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Sarah Davies: Tell me, Senator, do you all have someone on your staff named Jack? Jack Harmon: [seeing Hunt's point] Relax your crack, Foghorn, I'm working on it.

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

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Ethan Hunt: My God. [wiping blood from his hands] Operator: Satcom seven. Ethan Hunt: Central Europe, unsecured. Operator: Designator? Ethan Hunt: Bravo-echo-one-one. Operator: Switching. [dials number] Eugene Kittridge: This is Kittridge. Ethan Hunt: Go secure. Eugene Kittridge: Okay, go ahead. Ethan Hunt: This is Ethan Hunt. They're dead. Eugene Kittridge: What? Who's dead? Ethan Hunt: My team. My team is DEAD! Eugene Kittridge: Jesus. Ethan Hunt: 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, did you....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. 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. Etha

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Eugene Kittridge: I am...I can't tell you how sorry I am. I know how much Jim, in particular, meant to you, Ethan...personally as well as professionally. Ethan Hunt: Yeah. Eugene Kittridge: Here's a passport, visa. Usual drill. We'll work the exfiltration through Canada, debrief you at Langley. Throw the Prague police a bone or two. You know, toss them a few suspects....You follow me? Ethan Hunt: Yeah, I follow. 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 Hunt: Why was there another team? Eugene Kittridge: What? Ethan Hunt: Of IMF agents at the embassy tonight. Eugene Kittridge: I don't quite follow you. Ethan Hunt: Well, see if you can follow me around the room. The drunk Russians on the embankment at 7:00 and 8:00...The couple waltzing around me at the embassy a

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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. Matthias: Very well. Max: Who are you and what are you doing here? Ethan Hunt: I need $150,000. Max: [Laughing] Oh, really?....And you thought if you simply showed up, I might give it to you? Ethan Hunt: Why not? You gave Job 125. Max: Hmmm..The penny drops. You are not Job...Job is not given to quoting scripture in his communications...Then there was it's tone, aggressive but playful. Job is not playful...So you are something of a paradox. Ethan Hunt: Well, that depends. Max: On what? Ethan Hunt: Whether you like a paradox...I want $150,000 today. Max:

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Ethan Hunt: Simple game. Four players. Exfil opens the pocket, Cyber Ops lifts the wallet. Franz Krieger: 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 actu

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

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Ethan Hunt: [testing decibel meter on his wrist] Three. TOAST. TOAST. Luther Stickel': [through radio] Check. Luther Stickell: Damn!

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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.

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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.

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Luther Stickell: Reach your folks? [Ethan nods] 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.

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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?