Jim Phelps:
Any questions?
Ethan Hunt:
Yeah. Could we get a cappuccino machine in here? 'Cause I don't know what you call this.
Jack Harmon:
I call it cruel and unusual.
Claire Phelps:
Hey, I made that coffee.
Ethan Hunt:
Exactly. Is it possible that it's any worse than the sludge you made in that barn in Kiev?
Claire Phelps:
[sarcastically] Thank you.
Jim Phelps:
Take it easy on my wife's coffee.
Ethan Hunt:
We missed you in Kiev, Jim.
Jim Phelps:
Missed you too, Ethan.
Jack Harmon:
You're off 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:
Ooh! Punishing! 24-hour room service!
Ethan Hunt:
Yeah, chauffeured cars.
Jack Harmon:
Fat expense accounts.
Ethan Hunt:
He's getting soft in his old age.
Jack Harmon:
Yes he is, look at him.
Jim Phelps:
All right. Now, listen, if that list gets out into the open, the names of all our agents in every country in Eastern Europe will be up for grabs to the highest bidders. Third World terrorists, arms dealers, drug lords, any and everybody who'd love to get rid of long-term coverts like us. If they're exposed, they'll be executed. So, I'll run the whole show from the crow's nest here. Everyone knows their roles. Let's punch out the details.
