| Recording: |
[S]hould you, or any member of your I.M. force,
be caught, or killed, the secretary will disavow all knowledge
of your actions. This tape will self-destruct in five seconds. |
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| Jim Phelps: |
Hide in plain sight, highest possible profile. |
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| Jim Phelps: |
Open, close, get out--zero residual presence. |
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| Ethan Hunt: |
Zero body-count. |
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| Ethan Hunt: |
Red light! Green light! |
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| Ethan Hunt: |
Relax Luther, it's much worse than you think. |
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| Jack Harmen: |
Hasta lasagna, don't get any on ya. |
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| Ethan Hunt: |
So, how's it feel to be a solid citizen again? |
| Luther Stickell: |
Man, I don't know. I'm gonna miss being disreputable. |
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| Eugene Kittridge: |
You wanna shake hands with the devil, that's
fine with me, I just wanna make sure you do it in Hell. |
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| Eugene Kittridge: |
Everybody has pressure points, Barnes. You
find something that's personally important to him and you
squeeze. |
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| Franz Krieger: |
Is he serious? |
| Claire Phelps: |
Always. |
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| Eugene Kittridge: |
I can understand you're very upset. |
| Ethan Hunt: |
Kittridge, you've never seen me "very upset." |
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