JAG

Admiral Chegwidden: (seeing Mac wearing Mic's ring) Colonel, are congratulations in order?
Mac: It's on the right hand, sir.
Admiral Chegwidden: So it is.
Harm: Friendship ring?
Mic: For now.

Admiral Chegwidden: Have you talked to Harriet yet? Bud: Not yet, sir. Admiral Chegwidden: Well, the wired jaw should get you some slack.

(Mac has just congratulated Harm with a handshake) Mic: Well, I would have expected more than a handshake if I'd won, Mac. Harm: Well, you always expect more than you deserve. Mac: Mic, I'm leaving tomorrow, would you like to have dinner tonight?

Mac: So what bothered you? That I went to the beach with him, (Mic) or that you thought I was topless? Harm: You weren't? Mac: Harmon Rabb you are a prude! Harm: I am not! Look, I don't care if you wanna go topless. Mac: You do if it's in front of Mic! Harm: You worked with the guy Mac! You wouldn't go topless in front of me... Mac: Is that a request? Harm: (embarrassed) You know, they wrote eternity on this bridge in lights on New Year's Eve. Mac: Is that how long we're gonna wait? Harm: Mac. Mac: We're not in Washington. We're not even on the same continent. Harm: The location doesn't change who we are. Mac: Most men would disagree with you. Harm: I know. I disagree with me sometimes, too. Mac: But you still can't let go. Harm: Not yet. Mac: You're just this way with me, aren't you? Harm: Yeah. Only with you. Mac: I suppose I should be flattered. Harm: You should, Sarah.