Tom McLaren: We wouldn't be down here if it wasn't for you.
Ethan Hunt: You turned around.
Nyah Nordoff-Hall: What are you going to do? Spank me?
Tony: Bed for the undead?
Jim McConnell: They're us. We're them.
Chloe Steele: I have exams, I have to go.
Rayford Steele: And I have a flight. It's called a job. Welcome to the real world.
Lane Leonard: Love isn't about fate and magic bracelets and destiny. It's about finding someone you can stand to be around for 10 minutes at a time.
Li Mu Bai: The things we touch have no permanence. My master would say: there is nothing we can hold onto in this world. Only by letting go can we truly possess what is real.
Rachel: Jacob, even God rested on the seventh day. He'll find his future soon enough. Let him be with his brothers.
Corky the Dog: Hey, Old man... I got the fuckin' munchies real bad... what about you?
Cale: Everyday I wake up and it's still the present. The same grimy, boring present. I don't think this "future" thing of yours exists.
Rocky: I knew we shouldn't have left him! We haven't been apart in thirty-five years.
Profion: Let their blood rain from the sky.
Lily, Burnett Stone's granddaughter: Magic Railroad?
Mr. C. Junior: Whatever.