This is Ethan Hunt. They’re dead. —What? Who’s dead? My team. My team is dead!

Ha-ha-ha! It’s funny ‘cause you said ‘anus’!

Sergei!! Sergei my friend!!

But I swear… your life will always matter more to me than my own.

Everything you were… everything you’ve done… has come to this.

*I* don’t understand?? *I* don’t understand what I’m involved in??? …What exactly am I involved in?

Your wife, Claire, will cover transport... and Ethan Hunt will be your point man, as usual.

Your wife, Claire, will cover transport... and Ethan Hunt will be your point man, as usual.

And option three? —Come away with me. Right now.

He’s there, turning with us again. —He can see us. Impossible. We’re invisible.

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.

Zero body count. —We’ll see.

You can look at me with those judgmental, incriminating eyes all you want, but I bullshit you not. I will bleed on the flag to make sure the stripes stay red.

A Russian nuclear warhead… —Rendered safe by the IMF. …clipped the Transamerica Pyramid before plunging into the San Francisco Bay. —Saving the western hemisphere.

We can be anyone. We can do anything. It’s only a matter of going.

I have no regrets. Neither should you.

And I will see you again, though I hope it's not too soon. The world still needs you.

If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs… if you can trust yourself when all men doubt you…

This one’s a fighter. He’ll die before you turn him.

Terrain. Terrain. Pull up. Pull up.

Would you consider the cinema of the Ukraine?