Mission: Impossible III quotes
49 total quotes (ID: 394)Ethan Hunt
John Musgrave
Luther Stickell
Multiple Characters
Owen Davian
(IMF headquarter)
Brassel: I've read your brief on Agent Farris, and the word you used was "beyond capable", that still stands, Mr.Hunt?
Ethan:Mr.Brassel -
Brassel: Does it stand?
Ethan: Yes, sir, it does.
Brassel: Because we've got a corpse downstairs that says otherwise. Killed by a detonator implanted in her skull through the nasal cavity.
Ethan: Mr. Brassel, it is unacceptable to judge Agent Farris' competence through -
Brassel: It is unacceptable that choclate makes you fat, but I've eaten my share, and guess what? Now I aprrove that Agent Farris' surveillance operation is based on your evaulation, which is a woman who allow herself to be captured. So you go to recover her, you encounte a dozen men, and you don't grab any of them?
Ethan: Our objective, Mr.Brassel, is to recover Agent Farris. Davian constructs a core business circle and those men there were not likely to be holding any important information.
Brassel: Who's drawing these conclusions? [turns to Musgrave] Is that you?
Musgrave: I am, sir, based upon -
Brassel: I'm not on you yet! You allowed Farris to board the chopper without a scan, that explosive device could have taken you all out! There's only one reason that you are sitting before me today, and that is luck! Because your operation was poorly conceived, and executed worse!
Musgrave: Two laptops were recovered, and -
Brassel: I'm awared of that. We've talked to the Tech-Department, and they doubt they can reconstitute the drives. "Crispy", I believe that's what they called them, worthless.
Musgrave: Mr.Brassel, as the Operation Manager of this office, I have the authority to -
Brassel: Excuse me, did you just throw a title at me, Mr.Musgrave? I don't care if your daddy plays golf with the president. This is Intelligence, so far I haven't seen any. You think that operation was worth the risk, Mr.Hunt? [Gets up] What do you know about Owen Davian? [Holding a pile of files] He's the man who brought Gas Centrifuge technology to Korea, from Pakistan; [chucks a pile of sheet in front of Ethan] he's also the man who sold Toxin Five, to the Armada Republic of Jihad. [chucks another pile in front of him] He's the man who provides, provides, and provides. [chucking paper at each word] AND he remained invisible, he's a goddamned invisible man. Wells, not Ellison, in case you want to be cute again. We can't find him. He knows it, it's emboldened him. I've been trying to bring Davian down since the day I got here. Do you know what I got for it?
Musgrave: It has never been confirmed that the Toxin Five theft was Davian -
Brassel: Mr.Musgrave, please don't interrupt me when I'm asking rhetorical questions. [To Ethan] Your operation has achieved one thing. You have reminded Davian that he is winning. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go and inform Mr and Mrs.Farris that their baby girl is killed in a head-on collision on I-98.
Brassel: I've read your brief on Agent Farris, and the word you used was "beyond capable", that still stands, Mr.Hunt?
Ethan:Mr.Brassel -
Brassel: Does it stand?
Ethan: Yes, sir, it does.
Brassel: Because we've got a corpse downstairs that says otherwise. Killed by a detonator implanted in her skull through the nasal cavity.
Ethan: Mr. Brassel, it is unacceptable to judge Agent Farris' competence through -
Brassel: It is unacceptable that choclate makes you fat, but I've eaten my share, and guess what? Now I aprrove that Agent Farris' surveillance operation is based on your evaulation, which is a woman who allow herself to be captured. So you go to recover her, you encounte a dozen men, and you don't grab any of them?
Ethan: Our objective, Mr.Brassel, is to recover Agent Farris. Davian constructs a core business circle and those men there were not likely to be holding any important information.
Brassel: Who's drawing these conclusions? [turns to Musgrave] Is that you?
Musgrave: I am, sir, based upon -
Brassel: I'm not on you yet! You allowed Farris to board the chopper without a scan, that explosive device could have taken you all out! There's only one reason that you are sitting before me today, and that is luck! Because your operation was poorly conceived, and executed worse!
Musgrave: Two laptops were recovered, and -
Brassel: I'm awared of that. We've talked to the Tech-Department, and they doubt they can reconstitute the drives. "Crispy", I believe that's what they called them, worthless.
Musgrave: Mr.Brassel, as the Operation Manager of this office, I have the authority to -
Brassel: Excuse me, did you just throw a title at me, Mr.Musgrave? I don't care if your daddy plays golf with the president. This is Intelligence, so far I haven't seen any. You think that operation was worth the risk, Mr.Hunt? [Gets up] What do you know about Owen Davian? [Holding a pile of files] He's the man who brought Gas Centrifuge technology to Korea, from Pakistan; [chucks a pile of sheet in front of Ethan] he's also the man who sold Toxin Five, to the Armada Republic of Jihad. [chucks another pile in front of him] He's the man who provides, provides, and provides. [chucking paper at each word] AND he remained invisible, he's a goddamned invisible man. Wells, not Ellison, in case you want to be cute again. We can't find him. He knows it, it's emboldened him. I've been trying to bring Davian down since the day I got here. Do you know what I got for it?
Musgrave: It has never been confirmed that the Toxin Five theft was Davian -
Brassel: Mr.Musgrave, please don't interrupt me when I'm asking rhetorical questions. [To Ethan] Your operation has achieved one thing. You have reminded Davian that he is winning. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go and inform Mr and Mrs.Farris that their baby girl is killed in a head-on collision on I-98.
[to Ethan, on phone] You hung me out of a plane. You can tell a lot about a person's character by how they treat people they don't have to treat well.
You have a wife...girlfriend? Because if you do, I'm gonna find her, whoever she is. I'm gonna hurt her. I'm gonna make her bleed, and cry, and call out your name. And then I'm gonna find you,and kill you right in front of her.
Benji Dunn: According to one of these e-mails, your Mr.Davian is going to attend a function in tomorrow afternoon at one Vatican City.
Luther: What the hell's Davian doing in Vatican?
Benji: Well, it's all got to do with "the Rabbit's foot".
Ethan: What is that?
Benji: I'm assuming it is a kind of code-word for a deadly weapon, something Davian is going to sell to his unspecified buyer for 850 millions, by the way. Or maybe it's not a code-name, maybe it is just a really, really expensive bunny appendage.
Ethan: Do you have any ideas what it is?
Benji:It's interesting - I used to have this professor at Oxford, okay? Doctor Wickham, his name was and he was, like, this massive fat guy, you know? Huge, big guy. We used to call him - you know, well, I won't tell you what we used to call him, but he taught biomolecular kinetics and cellular dynamics. And he used to sort of scare the underclassmen with this story about how the world would eventually be eviscerated by technology. You see, it was inevitable that a compound would be created which he referred to as the 'Anti-God'. It was like an accelerated mutator or sort of, you know, like a, an unstoppable force of destructive power, that would just lay waste to everything - to buildings and parks and streets and children and ice cream parlors, you know? So whenever I see, like, a rogue organization willing to spend this amount of money on a mystery tech, I always assume...it's the Anti-God. End-of-the-world kinda stuff, you know... [pauses, Ethan and Luther gaze at him thoughtfully] But no, I don't have any idea what it is. I was just speculating.
Luther: What the hell's Davian doing in Vatican?
Benji: Well, it's all got to do with "the Rabbit's foot".
Ethan: What is that?
Benji: I'm assuming it is a kind of code-word for a deadly weapon, something Davian is going to sell to his unspecified buyer for 850 millions, by the way. Or maybe it's not a code-name, maybe it is just a really, really expensive bunny appendage.
Ethan: Do you have any ideas what it is?
Benji:It's interesting - I used to have this professor at Oxford, okay? Doctor Wickham, his name was and he was, like, this massive fat guy, you know? Huge, big guy. We used to call him - you know, well, I won't tell you what we used to call him, but he taught biomolecular kinetics and cellular dynamics. And he used to sort of scare the underclassmen with this story about how the world would eventually be eviscerated by technology. You see, it was inevitable that a compound would be created which he referred to as the 'Anti-God'. It was like an accelerated mutator or sort of, you know, like a, an unstoppable force of destructive power, that would just lay waste to everything - to buildings and parks and streets and children and ice cream parlors, you know? So whenever I see, like, a rogue organization willing to spend this amount of money on a mystery tech, I always assume...it's the Anti-God. End-of-the-world kinda stuff, you know... [pauses, Ethan and Luther gaze at him thoughtfully] But no, I don't have any idea what it is. I was just speculating.
(Reading the Voice Identification Card) The pleasure...of Buzby's company is what I most enjoy. He put a tact on Miss Yancy's chair, when she called him a horrible boy. At the end of the month, he was flinging two kittens, across the width of the room. I counted on his schemes to reveal-what the hell is this?[Ethan:Finish!]-the way to escape my gloom...[Ethan shoots a dart into his neck, tranquillises him]
Well, well, well, if it isn't Mr."Those who can't do, teach" back in the field.
Or have you been away for so long you've forgotten how good we are?
I've got a charge in my head, I'm going to die unless you kill me.
(Luther is examining the microdot Ethan found on the postcard Lindsey sent him)
Luther: It's a microdot. A microdot with nothing on it, this is unusual.
Ethan: Lindsey wouldn't send me a blank microdot.
Luther: I'm telling you, man, this's no image.
Ethan: Maybe you're not looking at the right place.
Luther: Well where the hell am I supposed to look? There's not much square footage to this thing.
Ethan: [walking back and forth] Why would Lindsey send me a blank microdot?
Luther: I don't know. Why would Lindsey send you anything? You were her instructor, not her handler. [Ethan turns and stares at him] Look, I don't mean to cross the line here, but was there something going on between you two? You and Lindsey?
Ethan: Lindsey was like my little sister.
Luther: And you've...never slept with your little sister? [Ethan stares at him again] Look brother, if I don't ask you, who would?
Luther: It's a microdot. A microdot with nothing on it, this is unusual.
Ethan: Lindsey wouldn't send me a blank microdot.
Luther: I'm telling you, man, this's no image.
Ethan: Maybe you're not looking at the right place.
Luther: Well where the hell am I supposed to look? There's not much square footage to this thing.
Ethan: [walking back and forth] Why would Lindsey send me a blank microdot?
Luther: I don't know. Why would Lindsey send you anything? You were her instructor, not her handler. [Ethan turns and stares at him] Look, I don't mean to cross the line here, but was there something going on between you two? You and Lindsey?
Ethan: Lindsey was like my little sister.
Luther: And you've...never slept with your little sister? [Ethan stares at him again] Look brother, if I don't ask you, who would?
[about to get electrocuted] Throw the switch on and off. [slight pause] Don't forget the off.
(Ethan peeps through the trapdoor in Zhen's car and greets Luther and Declan, who are holding Davian in the manhole of the sewers beneath)
Ethan: [deadpan] What's up.
Luther: [deadpan] Nuthin', what's up with you?
Ethan: [deadpan] Nothin'.
(Ethan and Zhen gets down the sewer)
Ethan: Blow the car.
Zhen: Oh, it's such a nice car.
Ethan: And yet, do it.
Ethan: [deadpan] What's up.
Luther: [deadpan] Nuthin', what's up with you?
Ethan: [deadpan] Nothin'.
(Ethan and Zhen gets down the sewer)
Ethan: Blow the car.
Zhen: Oh, it's such a nice car.
Ethan: And yet, do it.
(In video) This message, let's call it my excellent engagement gift to you, will self-destruct in five seconds.
It's complicated. (notice the ambiguity)
(Ethan has just landed in the middle of the road after a nearly-fatal jump from the lab building)
Declan: Ethan, get in. They're coming!
Ethan: Who?
Declan: Building security. And they're pissed!
Declan: Ethan, get in. They're coming!
Ethan: Who?
Declan: Building security. And they're pissed!
(Musgrave reveals himself to be the traitor)
Ethan: You told him. You told Davian Lindsey was coming, that's how he knew.
Musgrave: I thought you could get her back. But I wasn't going to let all people, to let Brassel to undo the work I've done. I took action, Ethan. On the behalf of all working families of America, the Army force, the white house. I've had enough of Brassel and his sanctimony. IMF director, he's an affirmative action poster boy. You grabbed Davian like he wanted, then what? Davian is a weed. You cut him down and two more springs he's just like the next day. Arrest him, then what? You use him. Collaborate with him. Then it's Christmas. In 18 hours, the Rabbit's foot will be sent to its Middle East buyer, we've got the Intel to prove that. Then the UN counsil will have an emergency meeting, we're taking a military strike in a week. Then when the sand settles, our country will do what it does best: cleaning-up, infrastructure, democracy wins.
Ethan: You told him. You told Davian Lindsey was coming, that's how he knew.
Musgrave: I thought you could get her back. But I wasn't going to let all people, to let Brassel to undo the work I've done. I took action, Ethan. On the behalf of all working families of America, the Army force, the white house. I've had enough of Brassel and his sanctimony. IMF director, he's an affirmative action poster boy. You grabbed Davian like he wanted, then what? Davian is a weed. You cut him down and two more springs he's just like the next day. Arrest him, then what? You use him. Collaborate with him. Then it's Christmas. In 18 hours, the Rabbit's foot will be sent to its Middle East buyer, we've got the Intel to prove that. Then the UN counsil will have an emergency meeting, we're taking a military strike in a week. Then when the sand settles, our country will do what it does best: cleaning-up, infrastructure, democracy wins.