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Benji Dunn: [showing a glove] Now remember: blue is glue.

Ethan Hunt: And red?

Benji Dunn: Dead.

Ethan Hunt: Mission accomplished!

Ethan Hunt: The countdown isn't helping.

Brandt: I'm just saying.

Brandt: The rope isn't long enough!

Ethan Hunt: No shit!

Ethan Hunt: I can't get to the roof!

Declan: Where are you?

Ethan Hunt: Look up! Look up!

Maverick: I feel the need...

Maverick & Goose: ....the need for speed!

Maverick: I'm going hit the brakes and he'll fly right by.

Merlin: You're gonna do what?!

Maverick: Tower, this is Ghost Rider requesting a flyby.

Air Boss Johnson: Negative, Ghost Rider, the pattern is full.

Maverick: That son of a bitch cut me off!

Maverick: I think I'll go embarrass myself with Goose.

Iceman: You can be my wingman any time.

Maverick: Bullshit! You can be mine.

Charlie: What do you wanna do? Just drop down on the tile and go for it?

Maverick: No, actually I had this counter in mind.

Charlie: Great, that would be very, very comfortable, yeah.

Maverick: It could be.

Goose: It's the bottom of the 9th, the score is tied. It's time for the big one.

Iceman: You up for this one, Maverick?

Maverick: Just a walk in the park, Kazansky.

Rob Slolom: Wow. 8 Oscars, 400 million dollars at the box office, and you saved Tugg Speedman's career.

Les Grossman: I couldn't have done it without you.

Rob Slolom: Really?

Les Grossman: No, dickhead. Of course I could. A nutless monkey could do your job. Now, go get drunk and take credit at all the parties.

Rob Slolom: I wouldn't do that.

Les Grossman: Ah... joking.

Rob Slolom: Ah, there he is! Funny. You're a funny guy.

Les Grossman: Yeah. But seriously, a nutless monkey could do your job.

Byong: We no get money yet. Price now 100 million. You pay now, or tomorrow Simple Jack Die!

Les Grossman: Great. Let me get this down. 100 million... Oh, wait! I got a better idea. Instead of a hundred million, how about I send you a hobo's dick cheese? Then, you kill him. Do your thing, skin the fucking bastard. Go to town, man. Go to town! In the mean time and as usual, go fuck yourself.

Les Grossman: Cockburn, from now on my fist is going to be so far up your shithole that every time you have a thought, it's gonna have to tiptoe past my wedding ring...

Les Grossman: First, take a big step back... and literally, FUCK YOUR OWN FACE! I don't know what kind of pan-pacific bullshit power play you're trying to pull here, but Asia Jack is my territory. So whatever you're thinking, you'd better think again! Otherwise I'm gonna have to head down there and I will rain down in a Godly fucking firestorm upon you! You're gonna have to call the fucking United Nations and get a fucking binding resolution to keep me from fucking destroying you. I'm talking about a scorched earth, motherfucker! I will massacre you! I WILL FUCK YOU UP!

Ray: Can you think of a plan that doesn't involve your 10-year-old sister joining the army?

Rachel: I'm allergic to peanut butter.

Ray: Since when?

Rachel: Birth.

Ray: They came from someplace else.

Robbie: What do you mean, like, Europe?

Ray: No, Robbie, not like Europe!

News Producer: [looking at crashed airplane] Were you on that plane?

Ray: No.

News Producer: Shame. That would have made a great story.