Mission: Impossible II

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:
Sh*t.

Ethan Hunt:
Yes it is.

Nyah Nordolf-Hall:
You're not gonna shoot me Sean, not this B*TCH, 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 b*tch 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.

Mission Commander Swanbeck:
[After debriefing Ethan on tape about his mission]...And Mr. Hunt, the next time you go on holiday, please be good enough to let us know where you're going.

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

Mission Commander Swanbeck:
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 mislead 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.

[About Ethan's assignment]

Mission Commander Swanbeck:
You think it will 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.

[Luther had been shot at while covering Ethan from a helicopter]

Billy Baird:
You OK, mate?

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

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

[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.

[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.

[during a car chase between Ethan and Nyah]

Nyah Nordoff-Hall:
Where did you get this number? I don't even have it!

Ethan:
Would you like it?

[steps in sheep droppings]

Luther Stickell:
Sh*t.

Ethan Hunt:
Yes it is.

Nyah Nordoff-Hall:
Awfully short notice [to be first kissed].

Ethan Hunt:
Care to wait a decent interval?

Nyah Nordoff-Hall:
Who wants to be decent?

John McCloy:
What is this?!

Vladimir Nekhorvich:
A visit from an old friend.

John McCloy:
You crashed on the plane, you're dead.

Vladimir 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] You're infected with Chimera, my friend. [McCloy presses his call button] 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 McCloy:
How could I possibly be infected?!

Vladimir Nekhorvich:
That's exactly what Gradski said, 27 hours before he died.

John McCloy:
[angry] You've got the antidote, you miserable bastard! You stole Bellerophon, all of it!

Vladimir Nekhorvich:
[chuckles] My, my, my.

John McCloy:
I need it! I need it now, you whacked-out Russian gypsy!

Vladimir Nekhorvich:
And what about Gradski, who you deliberately infected with Chimera?!

John McCloy:
How was I to know they needed to be treated with Bellerophon with 20 hours?

Vladimir Nekhorvich:
By asking me.

John McCcloy:
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!

Vladimir Nekhorvich:
You know, I think it's a little late for that. Do give my regards to Gradski, if you see him.

Sean Ambrose:
How quickly can you manufacture more of the antivirus?

John 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 McCloy:
What are you talking about?

Sean Ambrose:
An outbreak of Chimera.

John McCloy:
Where?

Sean Ambrose:
Downtown Sydney...for a start. You creat 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. [Ambrose turns to one of his men] 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 had 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 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.

Ethan Hunt:
[Response to Swanbeck's remark] If I let you know where I'm going, I won't be on holiday.

Ethan Hunt:
You were in such a hurry to knock off that 747 that you never figured out where Chimera really was. [Ambrose: I knew where it was!] And you knew the only way that Nakorvitch could smuggle the live virus is by injecting himself and using his own bloodstream as a petri dish. You knew that while you were knocking him off, you're destroying the very thing you came for.

Sean Ambrose:
You're sorry and I'm sorry.

Sean Ambrose:
Run that bastard down.

Mission Commander Swanbeck:
Well, mate, maybe this is one of those times we shouldn't follow orders.

Luther Stickell:
[After getting shot at], Oh I'm mad now!

Nyah Nordolf-Hall:
I don't have a conscience. I'm a bloody thief.

Dr. Nekhorvich:
Well, Dimitri, every search for a hero must begin with something every hero needs, a villain. So in a search for our hero, Bellerophon, we have created a more effective monster: Chimera.

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

Sean Ambrose:
STOP! PUT A SOCK IN IT! Hit that b****y gun and you'll spread the virus all over the place!

Sean Ambrose:
STOP... MUMBLING!