Jon Voight: Jim Phelps

Mission: Impossible

Jim Phelps

Jim Phelps: [in a safe house in a Prague] Any questions?
Ethan Hunt: Yeah. Could we get a capuccino 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.

Ethan Hunt: [inside a luggage compartment on the TGV] You know, Claire was wrong about one thing, Jim.
Jim Phelps: Oh really? What's that?
[Ethan slowly puts on his camera glasses, Kittridge sees Phelps on his watch]
Eugene Kittridge: Good morning, Mr. Phelps.
Ethan Hunt: I'm not the only one who's seen you alive.

Ethan Hunt: [realizes Jim is the mole] Why Jim? Why?
Jim Phelps: [covering for himself] Well, you think about it Ethan, it was inevitable. No more cold war. No more secrets you keep from yourself. Answer to no one but yourself. Then, you wake up one morning and find out the President is running the country without your permission. The son of a bitch, how dare he. Then you realize, it's over. You are an obsolete peice of hardware, not worth upgrading, you got a lousy marriage, and 62 grand a year.

Jim Phelps: Of course he knew. Just *when* he knew is something of a mystery. You mind telling me, Ethan? Was it before or after I showed up in London?
Ethan Hunt: Before London. But after you took the Bible from the Drake Hotel in Chicago.
Jim Phelps: They stamped it, didn't they? Those damn Gideons.

Ethan Hunt: [talking in a safe house in Prague, referring to his previous mission he was in charge of] Ahh, we missed you, Jim.
Jim Phelps: Missed you too, Ethan.
Jack Harmon: Were you 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.
[everybody "ooohs"]
Jack Harmon: Punishing. 24 hour room service?
Ethan Hunt: Chauffeured limos? Man's getting soft in his old age.