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This is not mission difficult, Mr. Hunt, it's mission impossible. Difficult should be a walk in the park for you.

You know, that was the hardest part about having to portray you…grinning like an idiot every fifteen minutes.

This is what's known as getting your gun off!

Luther Stickell: [After getting shot at] That punk put a hole in my Versace!

[Response to Swanbeck's remark] If I let you know where I'm going, I won't be on holiday.

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!

STOP! PUT A SOCK IN IT! Hit that bloody gun and you'll spread the virus all over the place!

We just rolled up a snowball and tossed it into hell. Now lets see what chance it has.

Nyah Nordolf-Hall: I don't have a conscience. I'm a bloody thief.

Luther Stickell: [After getting shot at] Oh, I'm mad now!

You know women, mate. Like monkeys, they are. Won't let go of one branch until they've got a grip on the next!

In just a few hours you can be assured of going down in history as the Typhoid Mary of Oz. G'day.

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!

Well, mate, maybe this is one of those times we shouldn't follow orders.