- Ethan Hunt: [about recruiting Nyah] I don't think I can get her to do it.
- Mission Commander Swanbeck: You mean it'll be difficult?
- Ethan Hunt: Very.
- Mission Commander Swanbeck: Well, this is not mission difficult, Mr. Hunt, it's mission impossible. "Difficult" should be a walk in the park for you.
- Sean Ambrose: [to Ethan] You know, that was the hardest part about having to portray you, grinning like an idiot every fifteen minutes.
- Mission Commander Swanbeck: [during a breifing in Sevile, Spain] 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.
- Billy Baird: [after Sean's men shot at their helicopter] You OK, mate?
- Luther Stickell: That punk put a hole in my Versace.
- Luther Stickell: [after getting off the helicopter and steps in sheep droppings] Shit.
- Ethan Hunt: Yes it is
- Mission Commander Swanbeck: [during a breifing in Sevile, Spain] Ms. Hall and Ambrose had a relationship which he took very seriously... she walked away and he's been wanting her back ever since. We believe she's our surest and quickest way of locating him.
- Ethan Hunt: And then what?
- Mission Commander Swanbeck: Make sure she continues to see him, gets him to confide in her, and report to you.
- Ethan Hunt: You made it sound as if I was recruiting her for her skills as a thief.
- Mission Commander Swanbeck: Well then I misled you, or you made the wrong assumption. Either way, we are asking her to resume her prior relationship - not do anything she hasn't already done... voluntarily, I might add.
- Ethan Hunt: No. She's got no training for this kind of thing.
- 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.
- Mission Commander Swanbeck: [seeing and hearing his briefing through sunglasses and it's earpieces] 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: [5 seconds before he throws the sunglasses in front of him] I let you know where I'm going, I won't be on holiday.
- Sean Ambrose: [disguised as Ethan Hunt] You keep calling me Dimitri. You really shouldn't.
- Dr. Nekhorvich: You are not Dimitri?
- [Ambrose knocks him out]
- Sean Ambrose: No.
- [Nyah is standing right in front of Ethan]
- Luther Stickell: [over radio] Ethan, Nyah's in the building. Do you copy?
- Ethan Hunt: [dryly, into radio] Thank you.
- Sean Ambrose: [briefing his men] If you look at Hunt's operational history, and I have, you'll notice that he invariably favors misdirection over confrontation.
- John C. McCloy: What is this?
- Dr. Nekhorvich: [Ethan posing as Nekhorvich] A visit from an old friend.
- John C. McCloy: You crashed on the plane. You're dead.
- Dr. Nekhorvich: Dead, certainly. But dead is a little extreme. On the other hand, when my colleague Gradski had your pulse and your blood pressure, he had less than a day to live.
- [pause]
- Dr. Nekhorvich: You're infected with Chimera, my friend.
- [McCloy presses his call button]
- Dr. Nekhorvich: No use, my friend. The medical staff wants no part of this. Doctors don't fancy the idea of dying any more than anybody else.
- John C. McCloy: How could I possibly be infected?
- Dr. Nekhorvich: That's exactly what Gradski said 27 hours before he died.
- John C. McCloy: You've got the antidote, you miserable bastard! You stole Bellerophon, all of it!
- Dr. Nekhorvich: My, my, my.
- John C. McCloy: I need it! I need it *now*, you whacked-out Russian gypsy!
- Dr. Nekhorvich: And what about Gradski, who you deliberately infected with Chimera?
- John C. McCloy: How was I to know they needed to be treated with Bellerophon within 20 hours?
- Dr. Nekhorvich: By asking me.
- John C. McCloy: You still don't get it, do you? I needed to know just how bad the disease was in the real world, not just the lab. You were genetically splicing together strains of influenza to create a cure for all influenzas, but you were also creating a disease so terrible in Chimera, the cure would be priceless! I needed Chimera in order to peddle Bellerophon; it's not that difficult to understand, is it? Look, I've got the virus, you've got the cure. I need them both. Time was, a shot of penicillin would knock off every bloody bug in the zoo. Not anymore. If I couldn't make money killing the microscopic little shits that are out there, well, you'd help me put one out there that I could make money on. Well, there it is. I've confessed. I, John C. McCloy, am in business to make money. Now forget any deal you may have made with that thug Ambrose, get me treated and let's go back to work!
- Dr. Nekhorvich: You know, I think it's a little late for that. Do give my regards to Gradski, if you see him.
- 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.
- Luther Stickell: [while typing on the computer with Ethan and Billy present] The satellite doesn't work as fast as I do.
- Dr. Nekhorvich: Well, I've heard...
- [takes off mask of Dr. Nekhorvich to reveal Ethan]
- Ethan Hunt: ...all I need to hear.
- Ethan Hunt: [to Nyah, after looking at his watch hiding behind a metal container] 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: In just a few hours you can be assured of going down in history as the typhoid Mary of "Aus". G'day.
- Ethan Hunt: [to Luther, after they learned how difficult and critical their mission will be] We just rolled up a snowball and tossed it into hell. Now lets see what chance it has.
- Ethan Hunt: after saving her from the door she was hanging on from the cliff below, now his sitting in the car Don't you think we should wait a decent interval?
- Nyah Nordoff-Hall: [sitting on top of him] Who wants to be decent?
- [at the races]
- Sean Ambrose: Darling, you won!
- Nyah Nordoff-Hall: I suppose I did.
- Sean Ambrose: What made you pick her? That old nag's never won a thing.
- Nyah Nordoff-Hall: [holds up racing form] "A Thief in the Night."
- Sean Ambrose: Ha! Say no more.
- Hugh Stamp: [referring to Nyah, standing in Sean's mansion] Why do you think she's really here?
- Sean Ambrose: From her point of view or mine?
- Hugh Stamp: Well, she wasn't exactly gagging for it when she left you six months ago.
- Sean Ambrose: [while siting in the back seat of a Chauffeur car with Nyah and Sean holds up the anti-virus in front of the infected Nyah] Feel like pleading for your life?
- Ethan Hunt: [to Luther, using an ear piece radio, while riding on his motorcycle as his being pursued by Sean and his men] Clear the bridge for me.
- [on a beach, near the shore, Ethan slowly walks towards Ambrose with a knife]
- 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.
- Dr. Nekhorvich: [from a video recording presented by Swanbeck with Ethan watching] Every search for a hero must begin with something that every hero requires: A villain.
- Nyah Nordolf-Hall: [standing across from Sean, Biocyte facility Chimera holding the injection gun in her hand] You're not gonna shoot me Sean, not this BITCH, cuz she's worth thirty seven, million pounds.
- Sean Ambrose: [before shooting Ethan disguised as Hugh] This is what's known as getting your gun off.
- Billy Baird: [spying on Ambrose through his binoculars] Ambrose is meeting some bloke in the bar. Big bloke. Ginger hair. They're into something.
- Ethan Hunt: [looking at the man who Ambrose is meeting with] Who is this guy?
- Luther Stickell: Checking now, Ethan.
- [runs the man's face through facial recognition]
- Luther Stickell: John McCloy, CEO Biocyte Pharmaceuticals. In 1989, acquired Biocyte in a hostile takeover.
- Ethan Hunt: He was Nekhorvich's boss.
- Luther Stickell: Right. He worked for them as a research scientist at Biocyte. Ambrose is showing something to McCloy on a digital camera.
- Ethan Hunt: Whatever McCloy's looking at, he's not happy about it.
- [McCloy gives the digital camera back to Ambrose and leaves]
- Luther Stickell: Ambrose just pulled the camera's memory card and put it in into an envelope. Put it in his inner left jacket pocket.
- Ethan Hunt: Confirm left jacket pocket.
- Luther Stickell: [rewinds the footage and checks] Roger that.
- Ethan Hunt: Nyah. Nyah, Ambrose is on his way back to you. There's an envelope inside...
- Nyah Nordoff-Hall: His left jacket pocket.
- Ethan Hunt: That's right.
- Nyah Nordoff-Hall: Where do I meet you?
- Ethan Hunt: Betting table 12, off the paddock. Are you sure you're up to this?
- Nyah Nordoff-Hall: I'll muddle through.
- Sean Ambrose: How quickly can you manufacture more of the antivirus?
- John C. McCloy: No time at all, once I've got it.
- Sean Ambrose: Good. Biocyte's stock is just a few weeks away from going through the roof!
- John C. McCloy: What are you talking about?
- Sean Ambrose: An outbreak of Chimera.
- John C. McCloy: Where?
- Sean Ambrose: Downtown Sydney... for a start. You create the supply, Mr. McCloy; we've just created the demand! Three million people in Sydney, and seventeen million people in Australia are going to need Bellerophon within the next few days, not to mention the rest of the world. Now, this is how it's going to work. Wallis, the shares outstanding are?
- Wallis: 93.4 million.
- Sean Ambrose: Which means, Mr. McCloy, we need to get our hands on 480,000 stock options. We'll borrow your $30 million to buy those options. Your stock has never sold above $31 a share. When your stock goes north of 200, which it will, those shares will be worth billions, and I will own 51% of Biocyte!
- John C. McCloy: This is outrageous. I will not let you take control of my company.
- Sean Ambrose: Sit down. You'll be a billionaire. It's better than being broke. I have terrorists and... other pharmaceutical companies standing in line. The ball's in your court, Mr. McCloy.
- Sean Ambrose: [ordering his men to stop shooting at injection gun containing Chimera] Put a sock in it.