Franz Krieger: Try any sleight of hand with my money and I'll cut your throat.
出自電影《職業特工隊》 的經典對白。
更多職業特工隊的經典對白
Ethan Hunt: Relax Luther, it's much worse than you think.
Franz Krieger: Try any sleight of hand with my money and I'll cut your throat.
Luther Stickell: There was never any physical evidence I had anything to do with that... that... that exceptional piece of work.
Ethan Hunt: This is the Mount Everest of hacks.
Senator John Waltzer: We were living in a democracy the last time I checked.
Ethan Hunt: Wake up, Claire! Jim's dead! He's dead! They're all dead!
Ethan Hunt: Krieger, from this point on... absolute silence!
Max: Who are you?... and *what* are you doing here?
Luther Stickell: Hey, I'm the flavor of the month.
Max: I don't have to tell you what a comfort anonymity can be in my profession. It's like a warm blanket.
Alright, Hunt. Enough is enough. You have bribed, cajoled and killed and you have done it using loyalties on the inside, you want to shake hands with the devil, that's fine with me, I just want to make sure you do it in hell.
Ethan Hunt: RED LIGHT, GREEN LIGHT!
Franz Krieger: Try any sleight of hand with my money and I'll cut your throat.
Ethan Hunt: This is the Mount Everest of hacks.
Senator John Waltzer: We were living in a democracy the last time I checked.
Ethan Hunt: Wake up, Claire! Jim's dead! He's dead! They're all dead!
Luther Stickell: Computers are a bitch.
Luther Stickell: Hey, I'm the flavor of the month.
Ethan Hunt: Relax Luther, it's much worse than you think.
Luther Stickell: There was never any physical evidence I had anything to do with that... that... that exceptional piece of work.
Ethan Hunt: This is the Mount Everest of hacks.
Ethan Hunt: Wake up, Claire! Jim's dead! He's dead! They're all dead!
Ethan Hunt: Krieger, from this point on... absolute silence!
Max: Who are you?... and *what* are you doing here?
Max: I don't have to tell you what a comfort anonymity can be in my profession. It's like a warm blanket.
Ethan Hunt: So, how does it feel to be a solid citizen again? Luther Stickell: Man, I don't know. I'm gonna miss bein' disreputable. Ethan Hunt: Well, Luther, if it makes you feel any better, I'll always think of you that way.
Ethan Hunt: They're dead. Eugene Kittridge: What? Who's dead? Ethan Hunt: My team. My team is DEAD. They knew we were coming, man. They knew we were coming and the disk is gone. Eugene Kittridge: Are you intact? Ethan Hunt: Do you read me! The list is in the OPEN!
Ethan Hunt: You know, Claire was wrong about one thing, Jim. Jim Phelps: Oh really? What's that? Eugene Kittridge: Good morning, Mr. Phelps. Ethan Hunt: I'm not the only one who's seen you alive.
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.
Sarah Davies: Tell me, Senator, do you all have someone on your staff named Jack? Ethan Hunt: Jack... I believe we did have a Jack. An unreliable fellow as I recall. Constantly late, and behind in his work. I was forced to tie him behind one of my best stallions and drag him around my barn for a few days. Jack Harmon: Relax your crack, Foghorn. I'm working on it
Flight Attendant: Excuse me. Mr. Hunt? Would you like to watch a movie? Ethan Hunt: Oh, uh, no thank you. Flight Attendant: Would you consider the cinema of the Caribbean? Aruba, perhaps?
Ethan Hunt: I thought I was going to see Max. Matthias: You misunderstood. No one sees Max. Ethan Hunt: Then what am I doing here? Matthias: Allowing Max to see you and hear what you've got to say. Ethan Hunt: I don't communicate very well through a shroud. Matthias: If Max doesn't like what you have to say, you will be wearing that shroud indefinitely.
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.
Eugene Kittridge: You and I know about this, that's where it stops. You understand? It never happened. Frank Barnes: What about him? Eugene Kittridge: I want him manning a radar tower in Alaska by the end of the day; just mail him his clothes.
Ethan Hunt: Ahh, we missed you, Jim. Jim Phelps: Missed you too, Ethan. Jack Harmon: Were you on one of your cushy recruiting assignments again? Ethan Hunt: Yeah, where did they put you up this time? The Plaza? Jim Phelps: Drake Hotel, Chicago. Jack Harmon: Punishing. 24 hour room service? Ethan Hunt: Chauffeured limos? Man's getting soft in his old age.
Jim Phelps: We're being ambushed Ethan. Abort! That's an order. Ethan Hunt: Negative. Golitsyn is on the move. Jim Phelps: No, dammit, I said abort! Ethan Hunt: Eye on the package. Jim, I'm Coming.
Eugene Kittridge: Hello, Max. Max: My lawyers are going to have a field day with this. Entrapment, jurisdictional conflict... Eugene Kittridge: Well, maybe we'll just leave the courts out of this one. Max: I'm sure we can find something I have that you need.
