[from trailer]
Franck Dotzler: If you go down this road, the LAPD, the FBI, the CIA… they're all gonna come for you. They'll find you. And they'll stop you.
Bryan Mills: Good luck.

[from trailer]
Franck Dotzler: If you go down this road, the LAPD, the FBI, the CIA… they're all gonna come for you. They'll find you. And they'll stop you.
Bryan Mills: Good luck.
Sy Spector: Bill said you used to be with the Secret Service.
Frank: That's right.
Sy Spector: Ever guard the main man?
Frank: I was two years with Carter, four with Reagan.
Sy Spector: Reagan got shot!
Frank: Not on my shift.
Henry: I don't think losing my father broke my mother's heart, but rather losing love itself.
Ethan Hunt: [about recruiting Nyah] I don't think I can get her to do it.
Mission Commander Swanbeck: You mean it'll be difficult?
Ethan Hunt: Very.
Mission Commander Swanbeck: Well, this is not mission difficult, Mr. Hunt, it's mission impossible. "Difficult" should be a walk in the park for you.
Indiana Jones: Nazis. I hate these guys.
Murad: [Bryan has him cornered] What are you waiting for?
Bryan Mills: You have other sons?
Murad: Two.
Bryan Mills: And if I kill you, they will come and seek revenge?
Murad: They will for sure.
Bryan Mills: And I will kill them too. You can change that. You can go home, live your life, enjoy your sons, your grandsons.
Murad: And my other son, Marko, the son you killed… am I just supposed to forget it?
Bryan Mills: No, you'll just have to live with it. Like the parents of all those kidnapped girls. Or you can die here.
Murad: What are you telling me?
Bryan Mills: What I'm saying is, if you give me your word, I will throw down this gun and simply walk away.
Murad: Why?
Bryan Mills: Because I am tired of it all.
Cooper: We used to look up at the sky and wonder at our place in the stars. Now we just look down, and worry about our place in the dirt.
Henry: I don't think losing my father broke my mother's heart, but rather losing love itself.
Frank Abagnale Sr.: Two little mice fell in a bucket of cream. The first mouse quickly gave up and drowned. The second mouse, wouldn't quit. He struggled so hard that eventually he churned that cream into butter and crawled out. Gentlemen, as of this moment, I am that second mouse.
Waitress on Train: Un café?
Mr. Bean: Ah! Oui.
Waitress on Train: Du sucre?
Mr. Bean: Non.
Waitress on Train: You speak very good French.
Mr. Bean: Gracias!