Clear the bridge for me.

We just rolled up a snowball and tossed it into hell. Now lets see what chance it has.

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.

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

And you knew that Nakorvitch's way of smuggling the virus in was through himself, using his bloodstream as a petri dish, you knew that did you. I bet you were so busy trying to knock of that 747 that you hadn't worked out what Chimera really was.[Ambrose: I knew what it was!]

If you look at Hunt's operational history, and I have, you'll notice that he invariably favors misdirection over confrontation.

In just a few hours you can be assured of going down in history as the typhoid Mary of Australia. G'day.

Put a sock in it

This is what's known as getting your gun off

You know women, mate. Like monkeys, they are - won't let go of one branch until they've got hold of the next.

You know, that was the hardest part about having to portray you, grinning like an idiot every fifteen minutes.

You're sorry and I'm sorry.

[holds up the anti-virus in front of the infected Nyah] Feel like pleading for your life?

[Ethan approaches him with a knife] 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.

[On tape] 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. [Hunt: If I let you know where I'm going, I won't be in a holiday]