Alex: (toasting) Nikita. Where do I start? Um, I hope you know I'd do anything for you.
Sean: You mean more than taking a bullet?
Nikita: It's okay. I've taken a shot for Alex before.
Michael: Actually she shot you.
Nikita: In the Kevlar.
Alex: To save her life.
Michael: Few things say I love you like a bullet to a non-essential area.
Sean: Well, then, honey, why haven't you shot me yet?
Alex: Keep talking.