Burn Notice

Fiona: Imagine some South Beach model hanging on your every word. How many times she call you? Michael: Five. (Fiona laughs) Maybe she wants Ari to do the deal. Fiona: She wants to trade up. Admit it, you were tempted. Michael: Not for a minute, Fi. If I need a beautiful women to mess up my life, I could do a lot better than Debbie.

(Fiona is making an explosive mixture) Michael: How's it coming, Fi? Fiona: Dangerous, unstable. Remind you of anyone?

Sam: Hey Mikey. When you read this guys profile you're gonna kiss me. Michael: I am not gonna kiss you, Sam. Sam: Look, I'm not saying I'm gonna like it. I'm just saying you're gonna kiss me.

Sam: (to Ari and Ilan) What the hell does it look like I'm doing? I'm throwing crap at a warehouse!

Sam: Mike, I saved your ass at the warehouse, the least you could do is have some decent beer in the fridge. Michael: The next time you plan on saving my ass, tell me before I go to the store.

Michael: (voice-over) Riding in a car with a blindfold on takes some getting used to. Good news is, the driver is too busy making sure you can't see anything to pay attention. He won't notice he's being followed.

Michael: (voice-over) There's a good reason covert operatives keep their job a secret from their family. Once your family knows what you do, you've got problems. Best case, they're scared. Worst case, they think they can get into trouble, and you can help them out of it.

Michael: (voice-over) Dealing with a blown cover is about stalling for time. Stay alive long enough to figure out what they know, and tell a bigger lie to save yourself.

Michael: (voice-over) One cheap and effective security measure is working in an area with low or no traffic. Anyone in a car is too obvious. So you force people to get out and walk.

Michael: (voice-over) When gathering intel, little things can tell you a lot. A top fleet alarm system, well placed cameras without blind spots, and paying attention to strangers in the area.

Michael: They're in there somewhere. Sam: Oh Mikey, come on, it's 10 square blocks. My cardiovascular fitness isn't what it used to be. You know, you never said we were gonna be walking. Michael: Rest frequently, drink fluids. You'll be fine Sam. Sam: Ok, where do I find fluids?

(Nate hugs Michael) Madeline: Now you see, Michael, you're to hard on him. I mean, he can be so sweet. I just want us to be a family. Michael: I know Mom, I know. (Pauses, then looks up) He just stole my wallet. (Zells and runs after him) Nate! Nate! Madeline: Oh.

Sam: Hey, are you done making the fake plastic explosive? Can I lick that? Michael: Knock yourself out.

Jake: They're expecting my answer today. What do I say? Michael: Well, since they're probably planning on killing you, if you say anything else, I'd suggest "yes".

Michael: (voice-over) You ever meet someone, and it just seems to click instantly? You like the same things, share the same opinions – it seems like you've known them all your life. It could be fate, or it could be that you have a listening device planted under the dashboard of your car.

(Michael has told Sam to search his place) Michael: I would search in the kitchen area. Sam: Cabinets? Michael: Sink. Sam: Behind? Michael: Under. Don't break anything.

Michael: (showing Jake a copy of a newspaper article) This is how your job opened up. The old security manager died in a car accident. All his brakes just happened to fail at the same time. Jake: Jesus, I can't believe this. I went to a GD basketball game with these people. The seats weren't even that good. Michael: Well, the next time you accept a bribe, I'd hold out for court side seats.