Victoria Lasseter: Cherry Progressive, listen. Mandelbrot set is in motion. Echo Choir has been breached.
Mike Howell: Is that a lyric from something?
Cyrus Kinnick: Guess you haven't liked Vegas much, huh?
Nick Wild: You're not supposed to like Vegas. It's just this creeping virus that people catch sometimes.
Frank Martin: It's like the Count said to his Musketeers, I don't cling to life sufficiently to fear death.
Mike Conlon: They should have locked you up a long time ago. Made you pay for the things you did.
Jimmy Conlon: Just because I'm not behind bars doesn't mean I'm not paying for what I did, Michael.
Max: You know, hope is a mistake. If you can't fix what's broken, you'll go insane.
Minho: Wait here. No need playing bumper cars with the dead folks again.Let me find the light switches first.
Old Thomas Nickerson: Greed took hold of our captain and first mate. So we headed out. A thousand leagues along the equator. Where knowledge ended, speculation began. That's where the whales had gone to hide. As far from man as they could possibly go. But we hunted them down. Centuries before, sailors feared sailing off the edge of the Earth. But we where headed for the edge of sanity. Trust gave way to doubt. Hope to blind superstition.
Charlotte: You know, you look much better without your clothes on. You're lucky. Not many people do.
Officer Bernard: This is gonna end bad for you.
Bryan Mills: Don't be such a pessimist. (00:44:35)
Napoleon Solo: He's trying. To stop. The car.
Gaby Teller: We're struggling here. Why don't you take a shot at him?
Napoleon Solo: Somehow, it just doesn't seem like the right thing to do.
Chen Lien: I'm sorry for what happened to you.
Nicholas Hathaway: Well, don't be. I'm not fishing for sympathy, here. I did the crime, I'm doing the time. Time isn't doing me.
Chen Lien: What's that mean?
Nicholas Hathaway: I do my own time, not the institution's. See, to hold on to who you are in there, you dedicate yourself to your program. You work out on your body and your mind.
Maya Blart: Look, Dad, you're going to have to get use to the idea that I'm a big girl now.
Paul Blart: Ok, first of all, we're all big. We're Blarts. Wide hips, thick ankles, and a low center of gravity. That's how the good Lord made us. That's why we're no good at running hurdles. Never will be.
Cheung Wing-sing: Why'd God make women pretty but dumb?
Cheung Wing-sing: They're pretty, so men will like them.
Cheung Wing-sing: They're dumb, so they will like men.
Benji Dunn: Let me guess. Presumed dead?
Ethan Hunt: Well tonight, I just made it official.
Burt Gummer: That's right. Fly right into my crosshairs, you fire-farting son of a bitch.