Mission: Impossible Quotes
An American agent, under false suspicion of disloyalty, must discover and expose the real spy without the help of his organization.
Jack Harmen: [describing his "special" gum to Ethan] Stick of gum, right?
[Ethan shakes his head. Jack demonstrates]
Jack Harmen: Red light, green light. Come up against a lock you can't pick, you mash them together... *boom*. Hasta lasagna, don't get any on ya. You'll have about 5 seconds...
[hands the "gum" to Ethan]
Jack Harmen: Just don't chew it.
[Ethan shakes his head. Jack demonstrates]
Jack Harmen: Red light, green light. Come up against a lock you can't pick, you mash them together... *boom*. Hasta lasagna, don't get any on ya. You'll have about 5 seconds...
[hands the "gum" to Ethan]
Jack Harmen: Just don't chew it.
Ethan Hunt: [Ethan narrates someone getting into the vault] The only person allowed inside has to pass through a series of security checks. First is voiceprint identification
CIA Analyst William Donloe: William Donloe.
Ethan Hunt: Then, he has to put in a 6 digit code.
[Donloe enters the outer room]
Ethan Hunt: That only gets him into the outer room. Next, he is positively identified by retinal scan.
[Donloe passes the retinal scan]
Ethan Hunt: Finally, the security measures are only deactivated after insertion of a double electronic keycard... which we won't have.
[Donloe then enters the vault]
Ethan Hunt: Once inside the vault, there are 3 security systems in operation whenever the technician is out of the room. First is sound sensitive; anything above a whisper will set it off. The second is temperature-sensitive. Even the body heat of an unauthorized person inside the vault can trigger the alarm if the temperature rises just a single degree. And that temperature is controlled by an air conditioning vent 30 feet above the vault floor. That vent is guarded by a laser net.
[Donloe leaves the vault, security measures activate]
Ethan Hunt: The third one is on the floor, and it's pressure sensitive. Just the slightest increase in weight will set it off. And any of these systems, if set off, will trigger an automatic lockdown. Now believe me when I tell you, gentlemen, that all 3 systems, are state of the art.
[condensation from Donloe's drink drops to the floor sets off the alarm]
CIA Analyst William Donloe: William Donloe.
Ethan Hunt: Then, he has to put in a 6 digit code.
[Donloe enters the outer room]
Ethan Hunt: That only gets him into the outer room. Next, he is positively identified by retinal scan.
[Donloe passes the retinal scan]
Ethan Hunt: Finally, the security measures are only deactivated after insertion of a double electronic keycard... which we won't have.
[Donloe then enters the vault]
Ethan Hunt: Once inside the vault, there are 3 security systems in operation whenever the technician is out of the room. First is sound sensitive; anything above a whisper will set it off. The second is temperature-sensitive. Even the body heat of an unauthorized person inside the vault can trigger the alarm if the temperature rises just a single degree. And that temperature is controlled by an air conditioning vent 30 feet above the vault floor. That vent is guarded by a laser net.
[Donloe leaves the vault, security measures activate]
Ethan Hunt: The third one is on the floor, and it's pressure sensitive. Just the slightest increase in weight will set it off. And any of these systems, if set off, will trigger an automatic lockdown. Now believe me when I tell you, gentlemen, that all 3 systems, are state of the art.
[condensation from Donloe's drink drops to the floor sets off the alarm]
Sarah Davies: [as Jack is trying to get the elevator to them] Tell me, Senator, do you all have someone on your staff named Jack?
Ethan Hunt: [impersonating 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.
Jack Harmen: Relax your crack, Foghorn. I'm working on it
Ethan Hunt: [impersonating 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.
Jack Harmen: Relax your crack, Foghorn. I'm working on 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!
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!
Ethan Hunt: [talking about Prague] Ahh, we missed you, Jim.
Jim Phelps: Missed you too, Ethan.
Jack Harmen: Were you 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.
[everybody "ooohs"]
Jack Harmen: Punishing. 24 hour room service?
Ethan Hunt: Chauffeured limos? Man's getting soft in his old age.
Jim Phelps: Missed you too, Ethan.
Jack Harmen: Were you 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.
[everybody "ooohs"]
Jack Harmen: Punishing. 24 hour room service?
Ethan Hunt: Chauffeured limos? Man's getting soft in his old age.
Ethan Hunt: [realizes Jim is the mole] Why Jim? Why?
Jim Phelps: [covering for himself] Well, you think about it Ethan, it was inevitable. No more cold war. No more secrets you keep from yourself. Answer to no one but yourself. Then, you wake up one morning and find out the President is running the country without your permission. The son of a bitch, how dare he. Then you realize, it's over. You are an obsolete peice of hardware, not worth upgrading, you got a lousy marriage, and 62 grand a year.
Jim Phelps: [covering for himself] Well, you think about it Ethan, it was inevitable. No more cold war. No more secrets you keep from yourself. Answer to no one but yourself. Then, you wake up one morning and find out the President is running the country without your permission. The son of a bitch, how dare he. Then you realize, it's over. You are an obsolete peice of hardware, not worth upgrading, you got a lousy marriage, and 62 grand a year.
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.
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.
Eugene Kittridge: [after Hunt's team was killed and meets up with Kittridge in an Aquarium/Restaurant] I - ahm - I can't tell you how, uh sorry I am. I know how much Jim in particular meant to you, Ethan, personally as well as professionally.
[slides Hunt a passport]
Ethan Hunt: Yeah.
Eugene Kittridge: It's - uhhh - passport, visa, the usual drill. We'll work the ex-filtration 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: [Muffled] Yeah. I follow.
Eugene Kittridge: I think we 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, let's see if you can follow me around the room. The drunk Russians on the embankment at seven and eight o'clock. The couple waltzing around me at the embassy at nine and eleven. The waiter standing behind Hannah at the top of the stairs, bow tie, twelve o'clock. The other IMF team! You're worried about me, why?
Eugene Kittridge: Well, for a little over two years we have been spotting serious blowback in IMF operations, we have a penetration. The other day, we decoded a message on the Internet from a Czech we know as Max.
Ethan Hunt: The Arms dealer.
Eugene Kittridge: That's right. Max, it seems has two unique gifts: a capacity for anonymity and for corrupting susceptible agents. This time he'd gotten to someone on the inside, he'd gotten himself into a position to buy our NOC list, operation he referred to as job 314. The job he thought Golitsyn was doing tonight.
Ethan Hunt: The list Golitsyn stole was a decoy.
Eugene Kittridge: That's correct. The actual list is secure at Langley. Golitsyn was a lightning rod. He was one of ours.
Ethan Hunt: [In disbelief] This whole operation was a mole hunt. This whole operation was a mole hunt.
Eugene Kittridge: Yeah, the mole's deep inside... and like you said, you survived. I want to show you something, Ethan.
[Takes out a piece of paper and unfolds it and hands it to Hunt]
Eugene Kittridge: Since your father's death, your family's farm has been in receivership. Now, suddenly, they're flush with over a hundred twenty grand in the bank, your father's illness was supposed to wipe out that bank account. Dying slowly in America after all, can be a very expensive proposition.
[Hunt takes out the exploding gum]
Eugene Kittridge: So. Why don't we quietly get out of here onto a plane. I can understand you're very upset.
Ethan Hunt: Kittridge, you've never seen me very upset.
Eugene Kittridge: Alright, 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 you do it in hell.
[Hunt throws the gum against one of the aquariums which destroys it, covering his escape]
[slides Hunt a passport]
Ethan Hunt: Yeah.
Eugene Kittridge: It's - uhhh - passport, visa, the usual drill. We'll work the ex-filtration 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: [Muffled] Yeah. I follow.
Eugene Kittridge: I think we 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, let's see if you can follow me around the room. The drunk Russians on the embankment at seven and eight o'clock. The couple waltzing around me at the embassy at nine and eleven. The waiter standing behind Hannah at the top of the stairs, bow tie, twelve o'clock. The other IMF team! You're worried about me, why?
Eugene Kittridge: Well, for a little over two years we have been spotting serious blowback in IMF operations, we have a penetration. The other day, we decoded a message on the Internet from a Czech we know as Max.
Ethan Hunt: The Arms dealer.
Eugene Kittridge: That's right. Max, it seems has two unique gifts: a capacity for anonymity and for corrupting susceptible agents. This time he'd gotten to someone on the inside, he'd gotten himself into a position to buy our NOC list, operation he referred to as job 314. The job he thought Golitsyn was doing tonight.
Ethan Hunt: The list Golitsyn stole was a decoy.
Eugene Kittridge: That's correct. The actual list is secure at Langley. Golitsyn was a lightning rod. He was one of ours.
Ethan Hunt: [In disbelief] This whole operation was a mole hunt. This whole operation was a mole hunt.
Eugene Kittridge: Yeah, the mole's deep inside... and like you said, you survived. I want to show you something, Ethan.
[Takes out a piece of paper and unfolds it and hands it to Hunt]
Eugene Kittridge: Since your father's death, your family's farm has been in receivership. Now, suddenly, they're flush with over a hundred twenty grand in the bank, your father's illness was supposed to wipe out that bank account. Dying slowly in America after all, can be a very expensive proposition.
[Hunt takes out the exploding gum]
Eugene Kittridge: So. Why don't we quietly get out of here onto a plane. I can understand you're very upset.
Ethan Hunt: Kittridge, you've never seen me very upset.
Eugene Kittridge: Alright, 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 you do it in hell.
[Hunt throws the gum against one of the aquariums which destroys it, covering his escape]
Eugene Kittridge: 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 and in how many countries? These guys are trained to be ghosts... we taught them to do it for Christ's sake.
Frank Barnes: Well what do you suggest?
Eugene Kittridge: Let's not waste time chasing after him, just make him come to us. Everybody has pressure points, Barnes. You find something that's personally important to him and you... squeeze.
Frank Barnes: Well what do you suggest?
Eugene Kittridge: Let's not waste time chasing after him, just make him come to us. Everybody has pressure points, Barnes. You find something that's personally important to him and you... squeeze.
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.
[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.
Jim Phelps: Of course he knew. Just *when* he knew is something of a mystery. You mind telling me, Ethan? Was it before or after I showed up in London?
Ethan Hunt: Before London. But after you took the Bible from the Drake Hotel in Chicago.
Jim Phelps: They stamped it, didn't they? Those damn Gideons.
Ethan Hunt: Before London. But after you took the Bible from the Drake Hotel in Chicago.
Jim Phelps: They stamped it, didn't they? Those damn Gideons.
