Claire Phelps :Just give me the money.Ethan Hunt :You've earned it.
Ethan Hunt : The disk Job sold you is worthless. Bait. Part of an internal mole hunt.Max : And how would you know? Are you another company man?Max : Like Job?Max : We're asking about youEthan Hunt : I'm NOC, Was. Now, disavowed.Max : Why, may I ask?Ethan Hunt : That's the question I want to ask Job.
Jim Phelps : Of course he knew. Just *when* he knew is something of a mystery. You mind telling me, Ethan? Was it before or after I showed up in London?Ethan Hunt : Before London. But after you took the Bible from the Drake Hotel in Chicago.Jim Phelps : They stamped it, didn't they? Those damn Gideons.
Can I ask you something, Kittridge? If you're dealing with a man who has crushed, shot, stabbed, and detonated five members of his own IMF team, how devastated do you think you're gonna make him by hauling Mom and Uncle Donald down to the county courthouse?