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 you
Ethan Hunt : I'm NOC, Was. Now, disavowed.
Max : Why, may I ask?
Ethan Hunt : That's the question I want to ask Job.
Luther Stickell : Reach your folks
Luther Stickell : How do they feel?
Ethan Hunt : About what?
Luther Stickell : The apology from the Justice Department, VIP treatment. You know, the whole nine yards.
Ethan Hunt : Well, my mom was a little confused how the DEA could mistake her and Uncle Donald for a couple of dope smugglers in the Florida Keys.