Mission: Impossible II

Mission: Impossible II, also known as M:I-2, is the 2000 sequel to the 1996 film Mission: Impossible. Ethan Hunt is on the job again, this time preventing the deadly virus, "Chimera" being spread and eliminating a rogue IMF agent.
 * Directed by John Woo. Written by Robert Towne.

Expect the impossible again

Ethan Hunt

 * Clear the bridge for me.
 * We just rolled up a snowball and tossed it into hell. Now lets see what chance it has.
 * We've got 19 hours and 58 minutes. I'll get Bellerophon into your system by then. Just stay alive. I'm not going to lose you!
 * [Response to Swanbeck's remark] If I let you know where I'm going, I won't be on holiday.
 * I would've thought the hardest part was curbing that pressing need of yours to get your gun off. You were in such a hurry to knock off that 747 that you never figured out where Chimera really was. [Ambrose: I knew where it was!] Then you knew the only way that Nekhorvich could smuggle the live virus is by injecting himself and using his own bloodstream as a Petri dish. You knew that while you were knocking him off, destroying the very thing you came for.

Sean Ambrose

 * If you look at Hunt's operational history, and I have, he invariably favors misdirection over confrontation.
 * In just a few hours you can be assured of going down in history as the Typhoid Mary of Oz. G'day.
 *  STOP! PUT A SOCK IN IT!  Hit that b****y gun and you'll spread the virus all over the place!
 * This is what's known as getting your gun off!
 * You know women, mate. Like monkeys, they are. Won't let go of one branch until they've got a grip on the next!
 * You know, that was the hardest part about having to portray you…grinning like an idiot every fifteen minutes.
 * You're sorry and I'm sorry.
 * [holds up the anti-virus in front of the infected Nyah] Feel like pleading for your life?
 *  STOP... MUMBLING! 
 * [Ethan approaches him with a knife] Go ahead, Hunt. Use it. It's not a bad way to go. A lot better than the way that bitch is going to die.
 * Run that bastard down.

Mission Commander Swanbeck

 * [On recording played through Ethan's sunglasses] Good morning, Mr. Hunt. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, involves the recovery of a stolen item designated Chimera. You may select any two team members, but it is essential that the third team member be Nyah Nordoff-Hall. She is a civilian, and a highly capable professional thief. You have forty-eight hours to recruit Miss Nordoff-Hall and meet me in Seville to receive your assignment. As always, should you or any member of your I.M. Force be caught or killed, the Secretary will disavow all knowledge of your actions. And Mr. Hunt, the next time you go on holiday, please be good enough to let us know where you're going.
 * This is not mission difficult, Mr. Hunt, it's mission impossible. Difficult should be a walk in the park for you.
 * Well, mate, maybe this is one of those times we shouldn't follow orders.

Others

 * Luther Stickell: The satellite doesn't work as fast as I do.
 * Luther Stickell: [After getting shot at] Oh, I'm mad now!
 * Luther Stickell: [After getting shot at] That punk put a hole in my Versace!
 * Nyah Nordolf-Hall: [having injected herself with the virus] You're not gonna shoot me, Sean! Not this bitch. 'Cause she's worth thirty seven…million pounds!
 * Nyah Nordolf-Hall: I don't have a conscience. I'm a bloody thief.
 * Dr. Nekhorvich: [first line, repeated line] Well, Dimitri, every search for a hero must begin with something every hero needs, a villain. Therefore, in a search for our hero, Bellerophon, we have created a monster: Chimera.
 * Dr. Nekhorvich: Well, I've heard...
 * [takes off the mask to reveal it was Ethan Hunt under disguise]
 * Ethan: ...all I need to hear.

Dialogue

 * Mission Commander Swanbeck: [end of briefing delivered through Ethan's sunglasses]...And Mr. Hunt, the next time you go on holiday, please be good enough to let us know where you're going.
 * Female voice: This message will self-destruct in five seconds.
 * Ethan Hunt: If I let you know where I'm going, I won't be on holiday.
 * [throws sunglasses away just before they explode]


 * Mission Commander Swanbeck: Ms. Hall and Ambrose had a relationship which he took very seriously... she walked away and he's been wanting her back ever since. We believe she's our surest and quickest way of locating him.
 * Ethan Hunt: And then what?
 * Mission Commander Swanbeck: Make sure she continues to see him, gets him to confide in her, and report to you.
 * Ethan Hunt: You made it sound as if I was recruiting her for her skills as a thief.
 * Mission Commander Swanbeck: Well then I misled you, or you made the wrong assumption. Either way, we are asking her to resume her prior relationship - not do anything she hasn't already done... voluntarily, I might add.
 * Ethan Hunt: No. She's got no training for this kind of thing.
 * Mission Commander Swanbeck: What? To go to bed with a man and lie to him? She's a woman, she's got all the training she needs.


 * [About Ethan's assignment]
 * Mission Commander Swanbeck: You think it will 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.


 * Mission Commander Swanbeck: You were under specific instructions to bring back a living sample of the Chimera virus. I'd be very interested to know how, after you'd managed its recovery intact, it subsequently got destroyed.
 * Ethan Hunt: By fire. That's the best way, really.


 * [Luther had been shot at while covering Ethan from a helicopter]
 * Billy Baird: You OK, mate?
 * Luther Stickell: That punk put a hole in my Versace.


 * Sean Ambrose: [disguised as Ethan Hunt] You keep calling me Dimitri. You really shouldn't.
 * Dr. Nekhorvich: You are not Dimitri?
 * [Ambrose knocks him out]
 * Sean Ambrose: No.


 * [at the races]
 * Sean Ambrose: Darling, you won!
 * Nyah Nordoff-Hall: I suppose I did.
 * Sean Ambrose: What made you pick her? That old nag's never won a thing.
 * Nyah Nordoff-Hall: [holds up racing form] A Thief in the Night.
 * Sean Ambrose: Ha! Say no more.


 * [Nyah is standing right in front of Ethan]
 * Luther Stickell: [over radio] Ethan, Nyah's in the building. Do you copy?
 * Ethan Hunt: [dryly, into radio] Thank you.


 * [during a car chase between Ethan and Nyah]
 * Nyah Nordoff-Hall: Where did you get this number? I don't even have it!
 * Ethan: Would you like it?


 * [steps in sheep droppings]
 * Luther Stickell: Shit.
 * Ethan Hunt: Yes it is.


 * Ethan Hunt: You turned around.
 * Nyah Nordoff-Hall: What are you going to do? Spank me?


 * Nyah Nordoff-Hall: Awfully short notice [to be first kissed].
 * Ethan Hunt: Care to wait a decent interval?
 * Nyah Nordoff-Hall: Who wants to be decent?


 * John McCloy: What is this?!
 * Vladimir Nekhorvich: A visit from an old friend.
 * John McCloy: You crashed on the plane, you're dead.
 * Vladimir Nekhorvich: Dead, certainly. But dead is a little extreme. On the other hand, when my colleague Gradski had your pulse and your blood pressure, he had less than a day to live. [pause] You're infected with Chimera, my friend. [McCloy presses his call button] No use, my friend. The medical staff wants no part of this. Doctors don't fancy the idea of dying any more than anybody else.
 * John McCloy: How could I possibly be infected?!
 * Vladimir Nekhorvich: That's exactly what Gradski said, 27 hours before he died.
 * John McCloy: [angry] You've got the antidote, you miserable bastard! You stole Bellerophon, all of it!
 * Vladimir Nekhorvich: [chuckles] My, my, my.
 * John McCloy: I need it! I need it now, you whacked-out Russian gypsy!
 * Vladimir Nekhorvich: And what about Gradski, who you deliberately infected with Chimera?!
 * John McCloy: How was I to know they needed to be treated with Bellerophon with 20 hours?
 * Vladimir Nekhorvich: By asking me.
 * John McCcloy: You still don't get it, do you? I needed to know just how bad the disease was in the real world, not just the lab. You were genetically splicing together strains of influenza to create a cure for all influenzas, but you were also creating a disease so terrible in Chimera, the cure would be priceless! I needed Chimera in order to peddle Bellerophon; it's not that difficult to understand, is it? Look, I've got the virus, you've got the cure. I need them both. Time was, a shot of penicillin would knock off every bloody bug in the zoo. Not anymore. If I couldn't make money killing the microscopic little shits that are out there, well, you'd help me put one out there that I could make money on. Well, there it is. I've confessed. I, John C. McCloy, am in business to make money. Now forget any deal you may have made with that thug Ambrose, get me treated and let's go back to work!
 * Vladimir Nekhorvich: You know, I think it's a little late for that. Do give my regards to Gradski, if you see him.


 * Sean Ambrose: How quickly can you manufacture more of the antivirus?
 * John McCloy: No time at all, once I've got it.
 * Sean Ambrose: Good. Biocyte's stock is just a few weeks away from going through the roof!
 * John McCloy: What are you talking about?
 * Sean Ambrose: An outbreak of Chimera.
 * John McCloy: Where?
 * Sean Ambrose: Downtown Sydney...for a start. You creat the supply, Mr. McCloy; we've just created the demand! Three million people in Sydney, and seventeen million people in Australia are going to need Bellerophon within the next few days, not to mention the rest of the world. Now, this is how it's going to work. [Ambrose turns to one of his men] Wallis, the shares outstanding are?
 * Wallis: 93.4 million.
 * Sean Ambrose: Which means, Mr. McCloy, we need to get our hands on 480,000 stock options. We'll borrow your $30 million to buy those options. Your stock had never sold above $31 a share. When your stock goes north of 200, which it will, those shares will be worth billions and I will own 51% of Biocyte!
 * John McCloy: This is outrageous. I will not let you take control of my company.
 * Sean Ambrose: Sit down. You'll be a billionaire. It's better than being broke. I have terrorists and... other pharmaceutical companies standing in line. The ball’s in your court, Mr. McCloy.

Cast

 * Tom Cruise – Ethan Hunt
 * Anthony Hopkins – Swanbeck
 * Ving Rhames – Luther Stickell
 * Dougray Scott – Sean Ambrose
 * Richard Roxburgh – Hugh Stamp