Ving Rhames: Luther Stickell
Luther Stickell : In all the years that I've known Ethan he's only been serious about two women. One was his wife.
Ilsa Faust : He's married?
Luther Stickell : No, he was.
Ilsa Faust : Was? What happened to her?
Luther Stickell : Well, she was taken by some people who wanted to get to Ethan. It's OK. He got her back in one piece. Then he quit the game. They were happy for a while. But every time something bad happened in the world Ethan would think: I should have been there. And she would wonder: Who's watching the world while Ethan is watching me? Deep down they both knew that someday, somehow, something truly terrible was going to happen. All because they were together. So...
Ilsa Faust : Where is she now?
Luther Stickell : She's a ghost. Good at it too. Taught her myself. Every now and then she sends up a signal to let Ethan know she's safe. And that keeps him going.
Ilsa Faust : Why are you telling me this?
Luther Stickell : [tearfully] We're in this mess because Ethan wouldn't let me die. He's a good man. And he cares about you. More than he can admit. That's one more worry than he can handle right now. If you care about him, you should walk away.
Benji Dunn : [after Ethan hijacks a helicopter to chase Walker] Ethan, where are you?
Ethan Hunt : I'm in a helicopter going after Walker.
Benji Dunn : Hold on! How did you get in the helicopter?
Ilsa Faust : What? You can fly a helicopter?
Luther Stickell : Did you say "helicopter"? What the hell are you doing in a helicopter?
Luther Stickell : [to Hunt about Walker] He's not just some observer. He's an assassin.
Ethan Hunt : [to his team] Don't trust anybody outside of this room.
Alan Hunley : You go rogue, he's been authorized to hunt you down and kill you.
August Walker : That's the job.
[sends in his troops]
August Walker : No hard feelings.
Luther Stickell : Wire strippers.
Julia Meade-Hunt : I'm a doctor, not an electrician.
Luther Stickell : Sorry, the thing with the green grip.
Julia Meade-Hunt : Got it.
Luther Stickell : The wire in my left hand.
Julia Meade-Hunt : The black one?
Luther Stickell : My left hand.
Julia Meade-Hunt : That's your left hand.
Luther Stickell : Sorry, the other wire.
Julia Meade-Hunt : The red one?
Luther Stickell : Yes, the red one in my right hand.
Julia Meade-Hunt : Just checking.
Ilsa Faust : Oh, I like her.