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Fiona Glenanne (Character)
from "Burn Notice" (2007)

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"Burn Notice: Hard Out (#5.8)" (2011)
[first lines]
Michael Westen: [narrative] Low-tech explosives may be clumsy and unreliable, but their simplicity makes them almost impossible to trace. Sophisticated bombs, on the other hand, are more effective but require expertise and specialized components, which means the more lethal the bomb, the more you know about the man who wants you dead.
Michael Westen: [comes in] Any progress?
Fiona Glenanne: [examining bomb photos] All I know for sure is this guy is a master. A detonator wired to a depth finder. I'm a little jealous I didn't think of it myself.
Michael Westen: [gets a yogurt from the fridge] Jesse's contact did a chemical analysis of the C-4. It was stolen from a batch in the Soviet Union. In 1988.
Fiona Glenanne: A dead end. So, what now?
Michael Westen: Try accessing the U.S. counterterrorist databases, see if I can find something.
Fiona Glenanne: Michael, you get caught breaking into Homeland Security, this bomb will be the least of your worries.
Michael Westen: If I don't find out who framed me, I'm gonna spend my golden years in Guantanamo.
Fiona Glenanne: I could call someone I used to know. He might be able to help.
Michael Westen: Do I know him?
Fiona Glenanne: No, but if you need this kind of information, he's the person to call.

Armand: Fiona, it's so good to see you. I was just finishing up some business in Rio when you called. My pilot flew us here as fast as he could.
Fiona Glenanne: Did you really have to send a fleet of motorcycles to pick me up?
Armand: I didn't have to, I *wanted* to.
Fiona Glenanne: So, can you tell me who built the bomb or not?
Armand: Of course I can. You know me: always a friend to those in need.
['Armand' / '"Friend" to those in need' ]
Fiona Glenanne: What's your price, Armand?
Armand: No price. My help is free. All I ask is... one small favor.
Armand: [opens a folio of pictures] These are of Riker Munitions. It's a weapons company out in Doral. You see that truck in the yard? On Thursday, it will be loaded with armor-piercing rounds. I was hoping you could get it for me.
Fiona Glenanne: You mean *steal* it for you.
Armand: I suppose you could call it that, yes.
Fiona Glenanne: Well, I count four guards at the front gate alone. Am I supposed to just shoot all of them?
Armand: I'll leave the details up to you. But if you want me to find out who built your bomb, I'll need you to get me this.
[taps photo of aforementioned truck]
Armand: You can give me your answer, say, tomorrow?
[Fiona, without comment, takes the folio of pictures and walks away]
Armand: I'll wait for your call.
[without turning around, Fiona waves the folio and continues out the hangar]

Sam Axe: Are you nuts? We're talking about robbing a weapons manufacturer! I mean, I expect crazy talk out of her, but you?
Michael Westen: I don't like it, either, but we've hit a dead end finding out who built this bomb. Time's running out, Sam.
Sam Axe: Well, can't you do some other favor for the guy, like mow his lawn or wash his plane?
Fiona Glenanne: That's not how Armand works. If we want his help, we have to do as he asks.
Sam Axe: That's funny. I heard the Devil works the same way.

Fiona Glenanne: [about approaching woman in heels] Michael, who is that?
Michael Westen: [smiling] That's Agent Pearce.
Fiona Glenanne: I think you might have left out a few details when you described her.
Agent Pearce: You must be Fiona. I read your file.
Agent Pearce: [shakes hands] As an employee of the U.S. government, I'm probably not supposed to say this, but... wow.
Fiona Glenanne: Thanks. Michael told me almost everything about you.
Agent Pearce: Oh? Well, I hope he was discreet.
Fiona Glenanne: [chilly] When it comes to his work, Michael takes discretion to a whole new level.
Agent Pearce: Oh, that's just how we're trained. It used to bug the hell out of my fiancé.
Fiona Glenanne: Your fiancé? How does he put up with it now? I could use some tips.
Michael Westen: Her fiancé is, uh...
Agent Pearce: [Max] Dead. Eight years now.
[Michael notes the official lie]
Fiona Glenanne: I-I'm sorry.
Agent Pearce: That's okay. Michael, we should go. Thanks for letting me borrow him a few days.
Fiona Glenanne: You're welcome.
Agent Pearce: I'll take good care of him.
[Michael chuckles nervously]

Michael Westen: [narrative] To hit a facility directly, you just need a gun and the willingness to use it. Less-bloody approaches require fewer bullets but more planning... and more recruiting.
Madeline Westen: You want me to do *what?*!
Sam Axe: All you gotta do is tell them that your car broke down. Ask to use the john, toss the doodad in the trash, and split. Easy peasy, no big deal.
Madeline Westen: No big deal? You're asking me to plant a bomb, Sam!
Fiona Glenanne: It's a smoke bomb, timed to go off after everybody leaves. Nobody gets hurt... you know, except us if you say no.
Madeline Westen: Who's this guy who wants you to rob a-a-a weapons company?
Madeline Westen: Don't bother. Fi hasn't been too forthcoming about this Armand guy.
Madeline Westen: You want me to get anywhere near this, you better start talking, honey.
Fiona Glenanne: [sighs] Armand got me out of Ireland when nobody else could: passport, visa, cash. But his help wasn't free.
Madeline Westen: What does that mean: "wasn't free"?
Fiona Glenanne: Well, my price for my ticket to the U.S. was lookout duty on a job in Belfast. Turns out that job was a kidnapping.
Madeline Westen: Okay. Who was kidnapped? Jesus.
Fiona Glenanne: Not an angel... but nobody who'd done any harm to me. I-I didn't know until after.
Fiona Glenanne: [inhales deeply] Armand kept his word. He always does.
Sam Axe: Look, the point is, if we're gonna find out who framed Mike for murder, we got to heist that place, Maddy.
Fiona Glenanne: And we'd like to do it without killing anyone, so...
Madeline Westen: So, fine. I'll do it.

Michael Westen: Sorry I'm late. Pearce and I had a... debrief at the Agency.
Fiona Glenanne: It's fine. How was your mission?
Michael Westen: It was, uh, rough. I mean, it worked out, but, uh...
Fiona Glenanne: [finishes for him] You can't talk about it. Whatever. The lead on your bomber.
Michael Westen: [Michael takes the envelope] How'd the job go?
Fiona Glenanne: Does it matter? You got what you needed.
Michael Westen: [leans in, concerned] Fi... what's going on? Did something happen with Armand?
Fiona Glenanne: Ohh. Now you're full of questions. A lot happened with Armand. Years ago back in Ireland in the bad, old days.
Michael Westen: Were you and he, uh...
Fiona Glenanne: Yes, we were, Michael. Until I found out that he had "paid" to meet me by doing a favor for some of my associates. He killed a British customs agent, if you're curious. Quite a romantic gesture, don't you think?
Michael Westen: I didn't know that, Fiona.
Fiona Glenanne: No. You didn't. Ignorance is bliss.

Armand: You should know, your boyfriend has some nasty enemies. If anything should happen, remember... you and I have a lot in common. I'm just a phone call away.
Fiona Glenanne: A lot in common? No. I don't trade favors for blood.
Armand: Why do you say that? Because you spared the guards? You should know something: that truck was supposed to be delivered to a rival of mine. Regrettably, he presold the ammunition to a Mexican cartel. Now he's in some hot water. When I say, "hot water," I mean the poor guy's been dismembered. So maybe we're not so different after all.
Fiona Glenanne: You bastard.
Armand: Oh, we know what kind of man *I* am. What I'd really like to know is... what kind of a man sends you for my help?
[Fiona turns and walks away]
Armand: It was good seeing you again! I've missed you, Fiona.
[Fiona never breaks stride and gives no acknowledgement]

[last lines]
Madeline Westen: Oh, there they are. Hi!
[Madeline chuckles]
Madeline Westen: Benny, may I introduce my son, Michael?
Benny: Michael.
Madeline Westen: And he very special lady, Fiona.
Benny: My pleasure.
Benny: [to Madeline about her chair] Here, let me get that for you.
Madeline Westen: Oh, thank you.
Benny: Mm hmm.
Madeline Westen: Dinner is my treat. Benny actually sat through an entire stretching class with me today, so I owe him.
Benny: It was a blast - in a "I hope we never have to do it again" kind of way.
[Benny laughs]
Madeline Westen: I knew it. You are so bad!
Benny: Michael, your mom has told me so much about you.
Fiona Glenanne: Well, I took the liberty of ordering some wine. May I?
Benny: Please.
[both chuckle]
Benny: How about a toast from the young lovebirds? What do you say?
Madeline Westen: [raising her glass] Yes. Michael, a toast.
[Fiona holds up her glass and looks at Michael sternly]
Michael Westen: To supportive partners.
Fiona Glenanne: Ohh. Supportive partners.
Madeline Westen, Benny: Supportive partners.
[Michael and Fi wait a moment, then drink]

"Burn Notice: Identity (#1.2)" (2007)
Sam Axe: Wiring crap into a car is not an art. It's about as subtle as hitting someone with a brick.
Fiona Glenanne: Hitting someone with a brick takes a lot of skill.

Fiona Glenanne: [about the bug they are planting] I've heard surveillance through these things. It sounds like everyone's underwater.
Sam Axe: Well if you have a way to fit a recording studio into a light fixture I'm all ears.

Laura: So, are you two getting married?
Fiona Glenanne: We're thinking about it. I'd like to be a June bride.
[Michael glares at her]

[Greg and Bonnie come back and find Sam and Fiona in the bedroom, half-dressed]
Greg: What the hell are you doing here?
Fiona Glenanne: What are *you* doing here?
Bonnie: We live here!
Fiona Glenanne: You... you live here?
Sam Axe: Oh, God...
Fiona Glenanne: You liar... you liar! You son of a bitch!
Sam Axe: I can explain...
Fiona Glenanne: [slaps him] What? Explain what? That you told me you had a yacht so you could get in my pants? Is that about it?
Sam Axe: I'm sorry, baby...
[she slaps him again]
Fiona Glenanne: He told me this was his boat... this is our third date!
Greg: Get out.
Fiona Glenanne: [putting her shirt back on] Where's my shoe?
Bonnie: [handing it to her] Here.
Fiona Glenanne: I cannot believe this! You are taking me home right now!
Sam Axe: Okay, geez, take it easy.
Fiona Glenanne: [hitting him] We are leaving, we are leaving!
Sam Axe: We're so sorry about this.
[He turns around and throws Fi over his shoulder]
Fiona Glenanne: Hey!
Sam Axe: Come on, let's go.

Michael Westen: Listen, Fi, uh, now's not a good time...
Sam Axe: [following him in] Oh, Jesus, Mike, you didn't tell me she was gonna be here.
Fiona Glenanne: [rushes at Sam] You cost me a lot of money, you son of a bitch! I've been waiting to talk to you for a long time!
Sam Axe: Oh, I cost you? OK, for starters, what you're talking about never officially happened, all right? But even if it had, you deserved a lot worse than what you got, lady!

[Sam attempts to disable a car that Fiona supposedly wired to turn off via a cellphone. It explodes]
Michael Westen: Fiona, you were supposed to stop the car, not blow it into the Everglades! What happened to shorting the ignition?
Fiona Glenanne: You said disable; it's not going anywhere.

Fiona Glenanne: [Westen arrives home and finds Fiona waiting] Hello, Michael.
Michael Westen: Fi!
Michael Westen: ... you're... here.
Fiona Glenanne: I came by for a visit. The door was locked, so I broke in.
Michael Westen: New accent? New - style?
Fiona Glenanne: Well, I'm in Miami now. I can't very well be talkin' like a friggin' leprechaun, now, can I? This is the new me, Michael - for now.

"Burn Notice: Neighborhood Watch (#4.5)" (2010)
Fiona Glenanne: Someone's getting a little too flirty for his own good.
Michael Westen: Fi, I'm trying to snatch Kendra off the street and tie her to a chair.
Fiona Glenanne: You are not helping your cause.
Michael Westen: This is just a harmless game of cat and mouse between me and a professional killer!

Fiona Glenanne: I say hit these dealers hard. Send them a message.
Michael Westen: Guys, we don't even know who we're dealing with. Let's figure out who these guys are working with...
Fiona Glenanne: Fine. Just promise there will be some hitting involved at some point.

Michael Westen: [during an op] You ready, Fi?
Fiona Glenanne: [scoffing] Am I ready?

Michael Westen: [after setting a meet with Kendra] We got one more shot at Kendra, but you won't like her conditions.
Sam Axe: I don't like that there are conditions, period.
Fiona Glenanne: I wish our phone conversations were as flirty.
Michael Westen: She threatened to kill me.
Fiona Glenanne: I can do that.

Jesse Porter: Another bag? What is this, every explosive you own?
Fiona Glenanne: Ha! You don't know me very well.

Vince Cutler: [shouting throughout] I thought I told my boys to send you a message! I guess it wasn't relayed to you! You're closed down!
[Cutler throws a trash bin through the clinic window]
Vince Cutler: Clinic's closed!
Fiona Glenanne: [observing from a car with Michael] Someone's off his meds.
Vince Cutler: This is *my* town! You understand me?
Fiona Glenanne: Where are the cops?
Michael Westen: Maybe they're tired of answering David's calls.
Vince Cutler: No one gets in my way!
Fiona Glenanne: We have sniper rifles; let's stop them.
Vince Cutler: You snitch, you're gonna pay the consequences!
Michael Westen: If we intervene, he'll know something's up. Our best chance is...
Vince Cutler: [as henchmen prepares to light a molotov cocktail] No one goes against...
Michael Westen: Nevermind.
[Fiona grabs two, folding stock, silenced sniper rifles from the trunk]
Vince Cutler: Let's clarify the point with these...
[Fiona snipes the lit bottle out of the henchman's hand. It falls at his feet, setting his legs on fire. Together, Michael and Fi shoot around the thugs, forcing them all to flee]

Michael Westen: Mom, if you have a plan for handling violent heroin dealers, I am all ears.
Madeline Westen: Do you remember when you and Nate were in middle school together and there was that, that... bully, Todd, who was always picking on Nate?
Michael Westen: [pause] I really don't have time for this right now.
Madeline Westen: [talking over] Well, you went over to Todd's house, and you told him, if he messed with your little brother, then he was messing with you. And it worked. Todd left Nate alone for the rest of the year.
Michael Westen: [nods] Inspiring story. Listen, Mom, what does that...
Madeline Westen: [talking over again] Yeah, until the next year, when you went off to high school, and then Nate was fair game. Todd and a bunch of those punks made his life miserable.
Michael Westen: I don't remember that.
Madeline Westen: That's because he never told you, Michael. Anyway, that's not what solved the problem.
[Madeline sits down on the steps]
Michael Westen: Okay.
Madeline Westen: [takes a puff off her cigarette] One day, Nate had had enough, and he whacked Todd with a two-by-four. Hm. Of course, he was suspended from school for a week, but after that, everybody left him alone, and do you know why? Because he stood up for *himself*.
Michael Westen: Mom, David isn't up against middle-school bullies. These people will kill him.
Madeline Westen: [nods, gets up] I don't think that you're gonna let that happen.
[Madeline goes inside. Michael thinks for a moment, then follows her in. Fiona blocks the door]
Fiona Glenanne: Either you're with us or you're not, but we're hitting Cutler back.
Michael Westen: No, *we* are not. David's going to be the one that stands up to Cutler. We're just going to give him a little help.

"Burn Notice: Entry Point (#4.6)" (2010)
Michael Westen: I'm gonna call 9-1-1.
Fiona Glenanne: Oh! How very civic minded of you, Michael.
Michael Westen: [getting up and walking away] You don't guard a room full of belt grinders and bandsaws with a bomb! Something in there is worth finding and it won't be around much longer if that fire doesn't get put out.
Fiona Glenanne: Well, Fire & Rescue's not gonna let you just waltz right in there, Michael.
Michael Westen: One thing at a time, Fi!
[secondary explosion]
Michael Westen: [picking up the pace] Okay, let's go.

Fiona Glenanne: [commenting on Michael's lockpicking] 23 seconds. Not exactly a record.

Fiona Glenanne: [picking a lock] Oh, damn it. Open.
Michael Westen: [it opens] Ugh. Finally.
Michael Westen: Minute, 53. Not bad considering the guy clearly doesn't skimp on security, the lock was professional grade...
Fiona Glenanne: Just, don't.

Buddy: Somebody's shooting!
Michael Westen: [inspects Buddy's arm, clean through] Nice shot, Fi!
Buddy: You shot- *You* shot-?
Fiona Glenanne: Well it was either shoot you or bring flowers to your funeral, Buddy.
Michael Westen: [they start to leave, then Michael stops] Hey, Fi, we can't leave a bomb here.
Michael Westen: [to Buddy] Give me your shoe.
Buddy: What, you want one of my Brunos?
Michael Westen: Give me your shoe!
[He removes a shoe and gives it to Michael. Michael throws it at the shed]
Buddy: Why are you doing that?
[the shoe impacts the shed's door, swinging it open slightly. The shed explodes]

Michael Westen: Buddy, reach into the duffel bag at your feet, give me that rope.
Buddy: What are you going to do?
Michael Westen: I'm goin' fishing.
[Michael unbundles the rope, pulls out a small, radio-triggered explosive device, and puts the device into a clutch purse]
Fiona Glenanne: No, Michael, I love that bag!
Michael Westen: Sorry, Fi, I never did.
Michael Westen: [narrative] To stop a moving car, you can kill the engine, kill the driver, or kill the tires. If you only have a small amount of explosives, the tires are your target. The trick is getting the charge in the right place.
[Fi passes the target car. Michael drags the explosive behind them in the purse, letting out the rope to get it under the target car and, once in position, triggers the explosive, taking out the right rear tire. Meh, dragging on the pavement likely ruined it anyway]

Fiona Glenanne: Michael? The antenna. That shed is wired to blow.
[Fiona pulls out her gun and aims]
Michael Westen: Fi!
Fiona Glenanne: You have a better idea? Now's the time.
Michael Westen: [narrative] When an operative hears a gunshot, his first instinct is to identify where the shot came from.
[Fiona fires, hitting the ground behind Buddy]
Michael Westen: [narrative] When a civilian hears a gunshot, he might turn to locate the source of the shot, or he might run straight for the nearest building, which is a problem if that building's been rigged to explode.
[Fiona aims again... ]
Michael Westen: [narrative] At that point, you may have to choose the small injury over the big one.
[... and fires, hitting Buddy in the upper left arm, causing him to fall into the water short of the shed]

"Burn Notice: Enemy of My Enemy (#5.6)" (2011)
[first lines]
Michael Westen: [narrative] There's a long tradition of using doubles in espionage. They're mostly used by dictators who want to confuse would-be assassins, but they have other less-common uses, like framing someone for a crime they didn't commit.
Sam Axe: [pauses tape] Okay, I know this video is grainy, but from that angle, it sure looks like you.
Michael Westen: It's not me, Sam.
Fiona Glenanne: I assume the burner cellphone he's buying made a call from the scene of Max's murder.
Madeline Westen: Well somebody went to a lot of trouble to do this. Huh. They didn't find this guy sitting at a bus stop.
Sam Axe: She's right, Mike. This is starting to feel personal.
Michael Westen: It's been personal since Max bled out in my arms. Since he told me to say goodbye to his wife.
Madeline Westen: So, what's the plan to keep my son out of prison?
Sam Axe: We got to track down the fella on this tape. I mean, that's step one in finding Max's killer.
Fiona Glenanne: Actually, step one is deciding what to do with the bloodhound the CIA sent to replace Max. Pearce knows we have the security footage.
Michael Westen: I can buy us some time. I'll tell her it's taking a little longer to analyze the footage.
[cellphone buzzes]
Michael Westen: Speak of the devil.
[Michael answers his phone]
Michael Westen: Agent Pearce, right on time. I-... Got it.
[Michael hangs up]
Sam Axe: What's up? She got something new about the murder?
Michael Westen: No, it wasn't about that. She wants to meet tomorrow morning, 0700. She's got another job for me, high priority at the CIA. Wish me luck.

["Serbian arms traders" / "Nasty", second line uncharacteristically appearing above the first ]
Sam Axe: Look, I sure as hell don't want guys like that hanging onto a Predator drone, but, Mike, it's gonna take an army to get it back.
Michael Westen: I agree. That's why we need help from someone who *has* an army. We're gonna trick our old friend Carmelo into going after the Serbs.
Fiona Glenanne: [hushed tones] Carmelo? As in the second biggest heroin dealer in Miami?
Michael Westen: He's helped us track down mercenaries before. He's perfect for this.
Sam Axe: Yeah, but isn't the last thing he said to you, "If I ever see you again, you're dead"?
Michael Westen: That's why I was hoping *you* could handle the Carmelo thing.
Fiona Glenanne: Oh, how generous. What is your plan, exactly?
Michael Westen: We rip off Carmelo and leave Sam behind as a witness to the heist. He questions you. You steer him towards the Serbs. We play it right, he hunts for his heroin and finds our drone instead.
Fiona Glenanne: And if we don't play it right, we find out if Sam is bulletproof.
Michael Westen: I know it's dangerous, but if we don't do something, the CIA's source is dead, and some very bad people end up with a really dangerous weapon.
[Sam lets out a silent sigh]
Michael Westen: Sam, I'll understand if you...
Sam Axe: [gets up] No. You're right. That's the play.
[Michael nods]
Fiona Glenanne: All right. I'll go find us a heroin shipment.

Michael Westen: [narrative] For a spy, one of the most useful contacts in the criminal underworld is the small-time drug dealer. Their work demands that they stay informed about their rivals, their suppliers, the police, and any other bad guys who might be operating in their area.
[Fiona taps on the back of... ]
Sugar: [turns, smiles] Fiona!
["Sugar" / "Drug dealer" ]
Sugar: [with a friendly "Get lost!" expression] Now is not a good time.
Fiona Glenanne: Oh, now's good.
Sugar: Ladies, this is Fiona.
Sugar's Girl: Hi.
Fiona Glenanne: She's a very dear firend who would never dream of interrupting this magical time we're all having together.
Fiona Glenanne: Oh, of course not. If you have found some friends that are okay with your medical condition, I wouldn't dream of imposing.
[Sugar chuckles nervously]
Sugar's Girl: Um... "medical condition"?
Fiona Glenanne: It's not a big deal, really. There are plenty of ways to manage the symptoms: there's, uh, ointments, gels, creams, suppositories...
Sugar: She's joking. She actually has a very dark, twisted sense of humor.
Sugar's Girl: Um, yeah, I think we're actually gonna leave.

Michael Westen: [narrative] Not all of the intelligence spies use is stolen or even secret. When the information you need involves a lot of data - like searching for a single face in the population of Miami - what you really need is access to the right database, which is usually behind the counter at the closest government agency.
Fiona Glenanne: [sighs] I can't believe the boys get to go up against heroin pushers and arms traffickers and I'm here stuck in the County Clerk's office... in these earrings.
Madeline Westen: Hey, I love those earrings. And we're here to keep your boyfriend out of jail.

Fiona Glenanne: He's not going to find that drone staring at those pasty bastards until they're tan.
Michael Westen: No, but he'll start looking right after the bullets stop flying.
Fiona Glenanne: [referring to earlier] Hmm. Allow me. We've already established I'm the better shot...
[Michael fires a suppressed round hitting his target perfectly. Fiona looks at him]
Michael Westen: Cellphone: slightly smaller target than a car tire.

[watching Carmelo's crew attack the Serbs]
Jesse Porter: Damn, it's like one of those nature documentaries where a snake eats the other snake. I can never watch those.
Fiona Glenanne: Really? I love those.

"Burn Notice: Long Way Back (#3.9)" (2009)
Fiona Glenanne: Michael?
Michael Westen: Yeah?
Fiona Glenanne: Have you seen my H&K USP Compact? The one with the silver slide? I need to finish packing and I think I must've left it here.
Michael Westen: Yeah. I, um...
Michael Westen: [rests hand upon it on his desk] ... I think I saw it around here somewhere. I'll find it and I'll bring it to you, okay? You're not leaving today, are you?
Fiona Glenanne: No.
[Fiona goes out the door. Michael picks up the gun with gentleness and holds it]

Fiona Glenanne: You're too worried about your own future for there to be one for us.
Michael Westen: I'm not doing this for me! Fiona, I'm out in the cold, and the longer I stay there the more I endanger everyone in my life!
Fiona Glenanne: [yelling] Don't you pretend this is about us, it's about you! Which is fine. It's- it's just time I- I did what I need to do, too.

Fiona Glenanne: I can't believe in a few days I'm gonna wake up back home.
Michael Westen: And you'll be you again, Fi.
Fiona Glenanne: I wonder what it'll be like.
Michael Westen: You'll have your friends there and your family.
Fiona Glenanne: They don't know me anymore.
Michael Westen: You're still the same person.
Fiona Glenanne: No, I'm not. Who I am now has so much to do with what I've done here, what I've done with you.
Michael Westen: [looks at Fiona lovingly and whispers] Fi... I...
Fiona Glenanne: It's OK, Michael. We're so not good at this.

Michael Westen: [narrating] There's a reason spies try to stay detached: when you get emotional about something...
Michael Westen: [tucking to his back under his waistband] even if it's just your ex-girlfriends .45-caliber handgun - you get distracted...
Michael Westen: [using key to enter Fiona's place] ... and getting distracted...
Michael Westen: [finds Fiona pointing a gun at him] ... can be very, very dangerous.
Fiona Glenanne: [lowers gun, indicates with head] You remember my brother Sean?
Fiona Glenanne: [in kitchen, Sean holds a gun on Michael] You met back in Ireland?
["Sean Glenanne" / "Fiona's brother"]
Sean Glenanne: [lowers gun slowly, Irish accent] Michael McBride. It's been awhile. Last I saw you, you were savin' my sister from those English bastards had her pinned down in Belfast.
Michael Westen: [narrating] Spies need to remember every cover ID they've ever worn because you never know when you might need to put one back on.
Michael Westen: [aloud, with Irish accent] 'Keah, it was a good thing they was such lousy shots, otherwise Fiona and I'd have been sayin' our last Hail Mary's together.
Sean Glenanne: [tucks gun away] Glad you're here. We could use another man who can shoot a gun.
Michael Westen: Why's that?
Sean Glenanne: It's bad news, McBride. Someone's comin' to kill my sister.
[Fiona and Michael share a look. Title card]

Fiona Glenanne: I am *not* one of your damn clients.
["Fiona" / "The Client"]

Michael Westen: Hey Fi.
Fiona Glenanne: [wakes] Hey.
Michael Westen: Hi.
Fiona Glenanne: I wanted to, um... I wanted to...
Michael Westen: Don't.
Michael Westen: [cups her cheek] It's OK. We're no good at this.

"Burn Notice: Pilot (#1.1)" (2007)
Michael Westen: Listen, Fi, there's a few things I'm good at: tactical analysis, hand-to-hand combat, and I'm a decent cook. But relationships... they're just not my thing. They never were.
Fiona Glenanne: Well, now you're in Miami. Get yourself a 24-year-old with big fake tits.
Michael Westen: They bore me.

[Having disarmed and knocked out a thug sent by drug dealer Sugar to ambush them, Fiona hands the thug's gun to Michael]
Fiona Glenanne: You really ought to do something about your neighbors.
Michael Westen: I know, I know.

Fiona Glenanne: A spy is just a criminal with a government paycheck.

[Michael lies unconscious in a motel room bed. Impatient for him to wake up, Fiona, sitting nearby, kicks him. He comes to with a moan]
Fiona Glenanne: You're a lucky man. That many bruises, anyone would think you fell under a truck.
Michael Westen: Fiona, what are you doing here?
Fiona Glenanne: You've been out for a couple of days. The maid got curious, went through your stuff. You still have me in your wallet as your emergency contact. You take that out when you leave someone, you know.

Michael Westen: I'm flattered you came,
Fiona Glenanne: Don't be. I needed to get out of New York anyway. Old associates were sniffin' around. And I wanted to try someplace sunny. And it sounded like you might die. So I - I wanted to be there, at the end... to tell you what a bastard you were.

Fiona Glenanne: [sweetly] Oh, I called your mom.
Michael Westen: [alarmed] My mother?
Fiona Glenanne: Yeah, yeah, we had a lovely chat, She's thrilled you're home for Christmas.
Michael Westen: Home? I'm not home. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. I'm gonna - I'm gonna go.
Fiona Glenanne: Leavin'? Yeah, you're good at that.

"Burn Notice: Dead or Alive (#4.16)" (2010)
Jesse Porter: [Fiona puts her purse over abductee's head] What the hell is that?
Fiona Glenanne: What? My good head bag is at the cleaners.

Madeline Westen: I know Michael's leaving. Jesse told me.
Fiona Glenanne: Madeline...
Madeline Westen: If he wants to go back to his old job, I don't have a problem with that. But goodbyes are not Michael's strong suit. Remember his last little trip away? Poof! Gone. Ten years. Just a hole in my life. And the first three months, I didn't know if he was dead or alive. Three months! That's how Michael says goodbye.
Fiona Glenanne: His ticket back in isn't a sure thing. That's probably why he didn't say anything.
Madeline Westen: You're defending him? He's done the same thing to you, sweetheart.
Fiona Glenanne: Oh, he's done much worse. Believe me. And if he leaves like that again, you won't have to be wondering whether he's dead or alive because I will kill him.
Fiona Glenanne: [closed caption: "But that's a problem for another day. For now, we've got a dirty cop to catch."] We can do it together. Now, we gotta help with Sam's dirty cop.

Michael Westen: You want me to have the choice, but you want me to *choose* to turn it down? Either way, don't we end up at the same place?
Fiona Glenanne: Michael, I hope you're never in a situation where your survival depends on your ability to understand relationships. You'll be dead in seconds.

Sam Axe: [over phone] Well, looks like he bought it. You guys ready to bring the heat?
Fiona Glenanne: Yeah, I'm just picking up some cop shoes. I figured Madeline would have something suitable.

Fiona Glenanne: She's good. How she holds it together talking to that bastard... I have no idea.
Jesse Porter: Well, she wants justice. It's a powerful motivator.
Fiona Glenanne: You think that's what it is? Or revenge?
Jesse Porter: Hey, justice and revenge: that's... chocolate and peanut butter as far as I'm concerned.
Fiona Glenanne: You're making me hungry. Let's do this.

"Burn Notice: Square One (#5.5)" (2011)
Jesse Porter: Hey. Got here as soon as I could.
Michael Westen: How'd it go?
Jesse Porter: Okay. Put together some credit card receipts putting everyone in Key West yesterday on a little vacation.
Fiona Glenanne: Key West?
Jesse Porter: Hey, you want an alibi on such short notice, you don't get to be picky.

Michael Westen: Yoiu end up finding Brandon. What next?
Ethan: After what he did to Heather...
Fiona Glenanne: I think Ethan's already picked flowers for Brandon's funeral.
Michael Westen: You're not thinking this through. She's your sister. It won't take long for the cops to figure out you're the number-one suspect.
Ethan: So, that's it? You're saying you're not gonna help?
Michael Westen: No, if you want *my* help, Brandon goes to jail, not to the morgue.
Ethan: Fine. But I'm coming along every step of the way. When we catch him, I want to be there. At the very least, I owe this guy a broken nose.
["Ethan" / "The client" ]
Michael Westen: I can live with that.

["Previously on Burn Notice" ]
Fiona Glenanne: Mysterious trips around the world with Max. I mean, he's what, your keeper or whatever?
Michael Westen: He's my Agency contact.
["Max" / "Michael's Agency contact" ]
Max: You've been putting up some W's recently. The right people are starting to take notice.
Max: Michael Westen, soon-to-be reinstated agent of the CIA. How does that sound?
Michael Westen: That sounds great, Max. Thanks for everything.
[Michael turns a corner to find Max, face down on his office floor]
Michael Westen: Max!
[Max exhales sharply as Michael turns him over]
Michael Westen: You stay with me. Stay with me, Max. Max.
[Max dies. Michael searches for the killer. Two gunshot blanks are fired. Michael fires two bullets back, but misses. The killer escapes via an elevator shaft]
Michael Westen: Fi, someone shot Max, the police are on the way, and I think I'm holding the murder weapon. I covered my tracks...
[Michael pulls the key-card log drive, rappels down the building]
Michael Westen: I covered the tracks of the killer.
Fiona Glenanne: Michael, we have to do something about that gun.
Sam Axe: And we need to get an alibi for you, like, right now.
Michael Westen: [puts on sunglasses] Let's go to work.

Brad Ramsey: This seems too good to be true. Then your guys start asking details about my business. I mean, how do I know you're not cops?
Sam Axe, Fiona Glenanne, Jesse Porter: [amused laughter]
Michael Westen: Fair question. Deserves an honest answer.
[Michael hands his sunglasses to Fi, his drink to Sam and takes the bottle, and takes a pocket handkerchief from Ethan]
Michael Westen: Cops write tickets.
[Michael pours the alcohol on the handkerchief]
Michael Westen: Cops eat doughnuts.
[Michael stuffs one end of the handkerchief into the neck of the bottle]
Michael Westen: They don't do this.
[Michael lights the end of the handkerchief and tosses the Molotov cocktail into a car. The glass smashes and the car's interior is engulfed in flames]
Brad Ramsey: Son of a bitch.
[Brad Ramsey throws a punch at Michael, but Michael catches his arm, pulls it behind Ramsey's back, and hooks the other one as well, restraining him]
Michael Westen: Careful. I learned jujitsu on the sands of Okinawa.
Brad Ramsey: That's - that's my car!
Michael Westen: No, that's not your car.
Michael Westen: [turns him around to a sporty sliver Porsche Carrera 4 convertible] *That's* your car. I call it the thinking car. Take your time. Have a ball.
[Michael shoves Ramsey towards the car. He walks over, opens the door, starts the engine and drives off]
Fiona Glenanne: "Thinking car"?
Michael Westen: Felt right at the time.
Jesse Porter: It fel- I don't give a damn how it felt; I better see my car again, Mike.
Sam Axe: [claps Jesse's shoulder] I know the feeling, buddy.

Michael Westen: [narrative] Protecting a target from a bullet sometimes means taking a few shots at them yourself. A near miss puts the target on their guard and keeps the real gunman at bay.
Jesse Porter: Fi. Fi, not my car!
Fiona Glenanne: Relax. I'll just put one through the windshield.
Jesse Porter: Fi...
Michael Westen: [narrative] But you can never predict how someone's going to react to a bullet whizzing by their head.
[Fi fires, Ramsey ducks]
Brad Ramsey: [exclaiming] What the hell?
[Ramsey backs up, turns, then drives out the lot over the curb. Jesse flinches as the rear bumper detaches and is dragged behind as Ramsey races off]
Jesse Porter: Just the windshield, Fi?

"Burn Notice: False Flag (#1.10)" (2007)
Fiona Glenanne: Doug is sleeping peacefully.
Michael Westen: You gave him something?
Fiona Glenanne: Maybe. Well half of something.

Michael Westen: I can't talk about this now.
Fiona Glenanne: Why not?
Michael Westen: Because I have a hard time focusing when I'm in handcuffs!

Fiona Glenanne: I say we hunt her down. Ammunition's cheap.

Michael Westen: [as Jumbo swings his gun toward Fiona] She's pregnant!
[Jumbo swivels back toward Michael, Fiona knocks the gun out of his hand, and the two run for it]
Fiona Glenanne: Pregnant?
Michael Westen: It worked...

Sam Axe: [on the kevlar vest] Just think of it as a precaution. It's like a seatbelt.
Fiona Glenanne: Yeah, a seatbelt that smells like Old Spice and bourbon.

"Burn Notice: Where There's Smoke (#4.8)" (2010)
Michael Westen: [narrative] Creating an explosive device in the field requires a strong knowledge of chemistry and the ability to improvise with whatever equipment happens to be lying around... An old fire extinguisher makes an ideal compression chamber. Add some metal shavings and the right cleaning supplies, and you can serve up a bomb that can blast through a cinderblock wall.
Fiona Glenanne: Why is it you can never find a good sodium hydroxide solution when you need one?

Sam Axe: You be careful in there, missie! Chuck Finley is too young to be a widower!
Fiona Glenanne: Yeah, well, don't worry about me. I'm not your average trophy wife.

Fiona Glenanne: Sometimes you have to be your own white knight.

Sam Axe: Charles Finley had a shotgun wedding for the sake of his cover. That's Charlotte, the ol' ball 'n chain.
Fiona Glenanne: Call me that again, and we'll have a shotgun divorce.

Fiona Glenanne: Trunk full guns, and I can't find anything that fits in my clutch.

"Burn Notice: Guilty as Charged (#4.12)" (2010)
[Fiona escalates her distraction when Sam drops his bag of trackers]
Rudy: Look, lady, I don't know what your problem is, and I don't know anything about your stupid glasses, and quit flattering yourself, 'cause you're not my type, all right?
Fiona Glenanne: [angry] I'm not your type? Well, what the hell is that supposed to mean?
Rudy: I like blondes, all right? Now get lost.
Fiona Glenanne: Well, you know what?
Rudy: What?
Fiona Glenanne: I prefer gentlemen.
[Fiona stomps on his foot]

Fiona Glenanne: I hate it when my friends kill each other.

Michael Westen: Previously on Burn Notice.
Michael Westen: Assassinations... little wars around the world.
Vaughn Anderson: Whoever's behind all this was being investigated by a counterintelligence agent named Jesse Porter. I need you to get his files.
Sam Axe: Mike, the guy whose files you stole? He's being blacklisted. You just burned a spy.
Michael Westen: [to Jesse] Maybe I could help.
Jesse Porter: Why would you do that?
Michael Westen: Burned spies need to stick together.
Fiona Glenanne: [to Michael] So your search for the root of all evil led you to rob a bank and you're rewarded with the Word of God.
Michael Westen: [to Jesse] It's a book code, a cipher.
Fiona Glenanne: [to Sam] Jesse's been working on this investigation for years.
Sam Axe: [indicating a file they've forged] This little baby connects all the dots.
Michael Westen: Everything leads back to John Barrett.
Jesse Porter: Why didn't I put this together?
Michael Westen: It's great cover running a telecom conglomerate. It gets Barrett into every corner of the globe.
Michael Westen: [on phone] If you want the Bible, Mr. Barrett, you have to get on a plane.
John Barrett: I just got off one, son. I'll be in touch.
Jesse Porter: [with a gun pointed at Fiona] Michael burned me, and you all helped cover it up. Goodbye, Fiona.
[Fiona closes her eyes, ready to be shot, but Jesse leaves instead]
Fiona Glenanne: [on phone to Michael] Jesse found out... about everything. I think he's gonna make us pay.

[first lines]
Madeline Westen: [lights a cigarette, takes a puff] Well, I almost made it to Tampa, but you called and I came.
Fiona Glenanne: Perimeter's clear. No sign of Jesse.
Madeline Westen: Looks like he left in a hurry.
Fiona Glenanne: Or he was on his way to Michael's place to... shoot him. I doubt he was too concerned about packing all his undershirts.
Fiona Glenanne: [to Michael] So, what now?
Michael Westen: [looks up] The situation hasn't changed. We found Barrett. He's in Miami. We grab him and we ask him some questions.
Fiona Glenanne: Michael, Jesse vowed to put a bullet in you. That should put him at the top of your to-do list.
Michael Westen: There's not a whole lot I can do about that right now. And if the fact is, if we don't get to Barrett, Jesse's life will be ruined for nothing. Mom...
Michael Westen: [gets up] under the circumstances, you might go ahead and take that trip out of town.
Madeline Westen: Jesse and I were friends. Maybe I'll stay and try and convince him not to shoot you.
Michael Westen: Let's go, Fi. Sam's waiting.

Fiona Glenanne: You smoked an entire pack in an hour. You have any idea how bad that is for you?
Madeline Westen: It's probably better for my health than waiting around for some burned spy with a grudge.

"Burn Notice: Enemies Closer (#3.13)" (2010)
Michael Westen: Looks like boss man's texting the dead guy.
Fiona Glenanne: Is it coded?
Michael Westen: Kinda. It's in Spanish.
[Fiona stares at him]
Michael Westen: Look, if it was in Russian or Farsi...

Fiona Glenanne: [translating a text message] Ooh, he's calling him a "pendejo." It's like "idiot," but ruder.

Fiona Glenanne: [referring to Larry] Why would you bring him here? I want that nutjob out of my house!
Michael Westen: It's not like he didn't already know your address.
Fiona Glenanne: Why would that make me feel better?
Michael Westen: If I let him out of my sight, that's when he starts killing everyone.

Michael Westen: [voice-over] Orchestrating a fake sighting isn't a job that calls for subtlety. It's not enough to dress an imposter in the right clothes.
Fake Justino: Am I doing all right?
[the picture freezes, and a caption identifies him as "Fake Justino" / "The Imposter" ]
Fiona Glenanne: Oh, you are doing just fine, Justino.
Fake Justino: You're kinky, and I like it.
Michael Westen: [voice-over] You need to make grand gestures and attract attention to colorful details.
Fiona Glenanne: [to the bartender] Justino here thinks his tattoo is sexy. I think it's scary. Who's right?
Fake Justino: It's a Santa Muerte.
[he shows off the tattoo; the bartender looks frightened]
Michael Westen: [voice-over] Do it right, and eyewitnesses will be lining up to swear they saw a dead man buying drinks.
Fiona Glenanne: Drinks are on you, my friend. This round is on Justino! He just inherited a fortune!
[everyone in the bar cheers]
Fiona Glenanne: [slips some money into his shirt, talks urgently] You need to get out of town. Go vacation in the Keys. Go now. And burn the clothes.

Fiona Glenanne: What the hell are you doing here?
Larry Sizemore: Just gonna go out on a limb and guess you've never dressed a corpse before, so I'm here to help.
Fiona Glenanne: I'm not interested in...
Larry Sizemore: Oh, come on. Let me put it another way: if this job goes south because *you* screwed up, everybody is going to end up... very sad.
[Fiona lowers her gun]
Larry Sizemore: Here, hand me that shirt. It's a hell of a lot easier when you stitch 'em in.
Fiona Glenanne: Your mother must be so proud.

"Burn Notice: Friends and Family (#3.1)" (2009)
Sam Axe: Easy on the explosives, Fi. We're trying to nail this guy on corruption charges. Could be tough if he's in little pieces.
Fiona Glennane: We'll save on shipping.

Sam Axe: This guy knows what he's doing. I couldn't have picked a better meeting location myself. I think they'll come in from over there. It's the best visibility. I think our only play is to create a distraction over there.
Fiona Glennane: How distracting?
Sam Axe: More than a firecracker, less than a neutron bomb.

Fiona Glennane: Third degree burns prevent acne but it doesn't mean you set your head on fire.

Fiona Glennane: Getting shot sounds noble until it actually happens to you. Don't volunteer for it unless it's absolutely necessary.

Fiona Glennane: You have no one to blame but yourself. If you blow something up correctly you have nothing left to fix.

"Burn Notice: Made Man (#4.3)" (2010)
[first lines]
Michael Westen: [narrative] Spies come from all walks of life, and no two are exactly alike. But whether they're a burned former operative, a beautiful bomber with a temper, or a hard drinking ex-SEAL, they all share one trait: punctuality.
Sam Axe: [laughing, pointing at girl at bar] Hey.
Michael Westen: [narrative] Showing up on time means you're 15 minutes late.
Fiona Glenanne: [throws origami crane at Sam] It's noon, Michael! Where the hell is this guy?
Michael Westen: [sighs]
Fiona Glenanne: You think he's still coming?
Sam Axe: Look, I wouldn't mind, honestly, if Jesse just faded into the mist. I really don't think we need a counterintelligence agent joining our merry band.
Michael Westen: Jesse's investigating the very same people we are, Sam. They nearly killed everyone at this table. I say he hear him out.
Fiona Glenanne: Sure. Get a guy fired, ruin his life; I'd say you owe him a Mojito and a friendly shoulder to cry on, at the very least.
Michael Westen: I didn't burn him on purpose, Fi.
Fiona Glenanne: Well, *he* may not see it that way.
Michael Westen: Let's try not to mention it.
Sam Axe: Ah, here we are. Looks like Jesse got here on time after all.
["Jesse" / "Recently burned spy" ]

Michael Westen: [cover blown, threatened with a slow death starting with a gunshot to the knee] Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Okay, okay, I'll talk! No, I'm gonna talk. I'll talk, I'll talk, I'll talk.
Michael Westen: [narrative] Holding someone's arms behind their back is a good technique for a bully on the playground, but it leaves you very exposed.
Michael Westen: I'm gonna talk.
Michael Westen: [narrative as he does so] A well placed kick right beneath the knee will cripple your opponent, and a crippled opponent can be a great weapon.
[Michael spins to deflect the gun, throws the holder into the shooter, punches the shooter with a left hook and right uppercut, and knees the holder on the ground in the head]
Jesse Porter: The guy can handle himself. I'll give him that.
Fiona Glenanne: He has his moments.

Michael Westen: [narrative] Creating the *illusion* of force is one of the oldest tricks in warfare. The rise of the private security guard has made it a lot easier. Post a job opening on the Internet in the morning, and by lunch, you can have a whole platoon of muscular guys in black blazers.
Fiona Glenanne: 17-inch arms?
[man nods]
Fiona Glenanne: Huh. Lose the jacket. Let me see 'em.
[he bares his right arm and flexes it]
Fiona Glenanne: Hmm. You've got a job.
Michael Westen: [narrative] Hire some heavy-duty SUVs to put your "security force" in place...
Fiona Glenanne: Next!
Michael Westen: [narrative] ... and it'll look just like you've got troops ready for battle.

Jesse Porter: About a year ago, I'm workin' for the Defense Department. Get wind of some nasty business - bombings, assassinations, kidnappings, you name it - it was global, but it looked like there was a pattern to me.
Michael Westen: Is that what brought you down to Miami?
Jesse Porter: Yeah. Yeah, I was looking at weapons supply lines into the hottest spots, found a connection right here at the port. A lot of guns coming off of ships that passed through Algeria.
Sam Axe: You got a source?
Jesse Porter: I made contact with a guy shippin' artillery for one of the operations, told him I wanted to move some guns of my own.
Fiona Glenanne: Did you get a name or a face?
Jesse Porter: Only spoke on the phone. He had this, uh... this trippy voice. It was like...
Jesse Porter: [imitating] ... sort of like a low hiss.
Jesse Porter: It was weird, so I called him Cobra.
Sam Axe: Cobra?
Sam Axe: [laughs] I'm sorry. That's just a - a crappy code name.
Jesse Porter: Oh. Well, maybe you can make up the code names when it's *your* investigation. How about that? So, I was supposed to meet up with him a couple weeks ago. He didn't show up. Now, I don't know if he got cold feet or what, but if we can find him, we can crack this thing wide open.
Michael Westen: Looks like we're gonna spend some time down on the docks.
Sam Axe: Now, hold on, Mike, this sounds dangerous. Before you sign us up for this mission, I want to ask our friend here a very important question. What kind of snacks do you like?

"Burn Notice: Breach of Faith (#4.4)" (2010)
[first lines]
Michael Westen: [narrative] Spies spend a lot of time traveling, but they don't usually end up in the most desirable destinations.
["The Bahamas" / "A Desirable Destination"]
Michael Westen: [narrative] You're much more likely to find yourself visiting a rebel camp in the Philippine jungle or a hidden bunker in the mountains of Pakistan than lounging beachside in the Bahamas. But even when you do find yourself in a vacation paradise, it's still all about business.
Fiona Glenanne: [cell phone rings, Fi answers] Michael, I can't believe I waited this long to come to the Bahamas. I'm at this lovely little beach bar.
Michael Westen: [in his place in Miami] You're at a *bar*? What happened to identifying a dead body at the morgue?
Fiona Glenanne: Relax! Jesse and I are hard at work.
[Jesse is on his back on bar with a slice of lime in his mouth and being danced around by pretty girls]

Ty: [bringing Fiona a drink incorporating a flowering pineapple and two straws] We call this a Love Boat.
["Ty" / "Coroner's Assistant"]
Ty: You can't leave the island without tryin' one of these.
Fiona Glenanne: No, you can't.
Michael Westen: [narrative] Like magicians, pickpockets rely on misdirection.
Ty: Do you like it?
Fiona Glenanne: I like it!
Michael Westen: [narrative] Whether you're pulling keys out of a pocket or a rabbit out of a hat, it's all about big distraction.
Fiona Glenanne: I can't stop.
Fiona Glenanne: [laughs]

Michael Westen: Fi, if there ever was a time to pull out all the stops, this is it.
Fiona Glenanne: [sweetly] Michael... I never thought I'd hear you say those words.
[Fi hangs up and pops the trunk. Tom Norris is tied up inside]
Fiona Glenanne: Move over. You're lying on my C-4.

Fiona Glenanne: [to someone who is tied up inside her trunk] Move over. You're lying on my C4.

"Burn Notice: Past & Future Tense (#4.7)" (2010)
Fiona Glenanne: Where do you suppose ol' Marvin's hiding?
[a frisbee hit's Marv's wife and she takes umbrage]
Michael Westen: Well, if that was my wife, I know where I'd be.
[drinking at the bar, "Marv" / "Jesse's Old Boss" ]
Michael Westen: Maaarv.
Marv: I'm sorry, did we...
Michael Westen: Michael Westen. Yeah, *that* Michael Westen. Probably don't want to be seen with me. Not with him either, huh?
[Marv looks to where Michael points. Jesse waves]
Marv: What do you want?
Michael Westen: Jesse hasn't stopped working is last assignment. I've been helping him. There was a failed bank heist a couple of months ago here in Miami. We want to know which bank it was and what they were trying to steal.
Marv: [shakes head, gets up to leave] I can't help you.
Michael Westen: Sure you can. The bank kept it out of the news but they would have had to report it. Call a friend at the Treasury, hell, the FDIC might even...
Marv: No. I mean, I can't help you. Or Jesse. Not after what happened.
Michael Westen: Jesse is not guilty of what he's accused of. Trust me.
Marv: I never believed what they said about Jesse, but I'm *not* about to do any favors for a couple of burned spies. Sorry.

Fiona Glenanne: [to Jesse] This was my idea! I should have gotten to hit him!

Paul Anderson: It was like watching a younger version of myself cutting through those Russians, you know? They used to call it "karate" but I think they got a new word for it now.
Fiona Glenanne: Foreplay.
Paul Anderson: Hello. Where did you find this beautiful creature?

[last lines]
Michael Westen: Uh, Fi...
[Fiona slaps Michael across the face, hard]
Fiona Glenanne: You know what I did tonight? I destroyed evidence that would have led to Jesse finding out that you burned him.
Michael Westen: [looks to the door Jesse left by, then back to Fi] Thank you.
Fiona Glenanne: [whisper-soft] "Thank you." Huh.
[Fiona swings to slap him again, but Michael catches her arm]
Michael Westen: Fi. Fi! What we're doing is worth it. This is bigger than one person's career. There's so many people out there-!
Fiona Glenanne: I can't stand this! I can't stand lying to Jesse. I can't stand watching you keep this secret like it's nothing! I can't stand what you're turning into.
Michael Westen: Which is what?
Fiona Glenanne: Someone who only cares about the *idea* of people, who doesn't give a damn about the ones who have his back every single day.
Michael Westen: [swallows back the hurt] You know me better than that.
Fiona Glenanne: I used to think so.
[Fiona walks out]

"Burn Notice: Brotherly Love (#4.15)" (2010)
Fiona Glenanne: We're gonna have to set up an ambush.
Nate Westen: Can't you pick the lock?
Fiona Glenanne: Well, yeah, of course I can. But Rivera and his guys are gonna be here any minute. We'll never get the car out in time.
Nate Westen: Fi, there's not a lot of things I can do better than my brother, but hot-wiring a car is one of them.

Michael Westen: Fi, I'm thinking I should talk to Tony Soto.
Nate Westen: W-wait, what?
Michael Westen: I did some business a while back with a guy who ran Miami's biggest auto-theft ring. He...
Nate Westen: No, I know who Tony Soto is. I just- I didn't know that he was friends with my brother.
Michael Westen: We're not exactly "friends".
Fiona Glenanne: And Soto doesn't exactly know him as "Michael".
Michael Westen: [narrative] Re-establishing an old cover I.D. isn't just a matter of changing your name. If you want access to the contacts that go with that cover, you have to re-create the past. The way you walk, talk, and look has to be consistent with what people remember down to the smallest detail: the direction you part your air, what gun you carry, your brand of sunglasses, even the pinky ring you wear.

Michael Westen: [narrative] Sometimes the best way to get past security is to make it seem riskier to keep you out than it is to let you in.
Burly Goon: Hey, what do you think you're doin', lady?
Fiona Glenanne: I nicked this baby off Biscayne. Buckwild said to drop it here. I need to get it off the street before it turns into a pumpkin.
Burly Goon: All right. Give me- give me a minute, all right?
Michael Westen: [narrative] The average security guard won't risk angering someone important. At an illegal chop shop, the lady in the $90,000 stolen car is a V.I.P.

Jesse Porter: [in muted tones, while scrolling through the list] This thing has aliases, department designations, security clearances. Good Lord. Put this through the right system, you'd have the real name of every single person on that list in like 60 seconds.
Sam Axe: You're whispering. You know that, right?
Jesse Porter: [normal volume] I'm just saying, this is, without a doubt, *the* hottest potato I've ever seen with my own two eyes. People are gonna die if that thing gets out. Lives are gonna be ruined.
Sam Axe: Which is why we need to make sure we hand this to the right people. You know what I'm thinking: Uncle Sam, Michael.
Jesse Porter: Yeah, but who's the right people? I wouldn't know who the hell to trust with that thing.
Sam Axe: Well, then that's our job: we find someone that we can trust, we give them this list, and we let them dismantle the whole damn network.
Fiona Glenanne: Or we do the dismantling ourselves.
[Sam and Jesse look at each other]
Fiona Glenanne: [to Michael] These people took away everything you ever wanted. We need to track them down one by one.
Sam Axe: And do... what?
Fiona Glenanne: You name it, they deserve it.
Sam Axe: Mike, you want to weigh in? The people on that list burned you, so this is your call.
[Michael picks up the thumbdrive containing the list and turns it in his hand]
Sam Axe: Mikey?
Jesse Porter: Mike, you with us, man?
Fiona Glenanne: Michael... what do you want to do?

"Burn Notice: Bloodlines (#5.2)" (2011)
[first lines]
["Somewhere in the Costa Rican jungle", a pair of dirtbikes race through]
Michael Westen: [narrative] When you're pursuing someone, it's tempting to focus exclusively on overtaking the other person. It's often better to force the person you're chasing to go faster than the terrain allows and wait for them to make a mistake. But even when a chase ends, you can never assume the other person will give up without a fight.
Michael Westen: It's over.
[other biker removes helmet revealing... ]
Fiona Glenanne: It's not over, Michael. One more time.
Michael Westen: No. That was our tie-breaker, Fi.
Fiona Glenanne: Best out of five, then.
Michael Westen: Hate to see you lose again.
[Michael reaches down to help her up. Fi takes his hand, but kicks his feet out from under him, then straddles him]
Michael Westen: Ohh! Fi!
Fiona Glenanne: Yes, you would. I can be a very sore loser.

Fiona Glenanne: [sighs] Well, the balcony's big enough to lay prone with a sniper rifle, but there's really no obvious place for my snow globes. What do you think, Michael?
[Michael stares out at the surf]
Fiona Glenanne: Michael?
Michael Westen: Huh? Yeah, I think so.
[Clearly he's wasn't listening]
Fiona Glenanne: You think what?
[Michael's cellphone rings]
Michael Westen: I think... I got to take this. Yeah, Jesse?... I'll meet you there in 15 minutes.
Fiona Glenanne: You think what?
Michael Westen: I think... we gotta go. Jesse wants to meet.
[Realtor's footsteps approach]
Michael Westen: I'll wait outside.
Realtor: Where did your friend go?
Fiona Glenanne: Oh, I'm afraid we haven't quite captured his attention today. But this isn't for him. It's for me. So maybe you and I can meet up again Monday?
Realtor: Oh, no problem. You know, and don't worry. Lots of men don't really focus until it's time to negotiate.
Fiona Glenanne: Yeah, well, that man doesn't focus unless an international conspiracy is threatening to ruin his life.
Realtor: [chuckles nervously] Hmm.

[last lines]
Michael Westen: I got you something.
[Michael walks over to a horizontal plank of wood]
Fiona Glenanne: Lumber?
Michael Westen: It's a shelf. I mean, it's going to be a shelf. I was hoping...
Michael Westen: [reaches into a bag] you could...
Michael Westen: [pulls out something and shakes it] put your snow globes on it.
[He *was* listening!]
Michael Westen: It is a new job, Fi, but it's not a new life. I like my life, and I want to live it with you... here. That's what I was trying to say. I want you to move in. What do you think?
[they kiss]

Michael Westen: "Who am I?" doesn't matter. All you need to know is that your good friend Takada, has been captured?
Hiroshi: How you know this?
Michael Westen: Because I'm the one who captured him.
[Sam, Fiona, and Jesse enter behind Hiroshi]
Sam Axe: What's Japanese for "drop your weapons?"
Jesse Porter: Well, maybe something like this.
[Jesse cambers his weapon]
Fiona Glenanne: No. I think it's this.
[Fiona hits Hiroshi with her shotgun]

"Burn Notice: No Good Deed (#5.4)" (2011)
[Madeline approaches Michael in the garage as Fi attempts to start the Charger]
Madeline Westen: Sounds like you need a new distributor. Sorry to interrupt, but your friend Barry is here with his brother.
Fiona Glenanne: [to Madeline] His brother?
Fiona Glenanne: [to Michael] There are two of them?

Sam Axe: Sorry, Fi. I can't help you. I'm not really a big Barry fan, anyway.
Fiona Glenanne: Well, it isn't Barry. It's his brother.
Sam Axe: His brother? Dear God, there's two of them?

[last lines]
Fiona Glenanne: Why would anyone kill Max and frame you for it?
Michael Westen: I don't know.
Fiona Glenanne: You think it has something to do with you asking him to help you track Eve?
Michael Westen: There's no way. Something like that takes time to plan.
Fiona Glenanne: The guy you saw, was there any...
Michael Westen: It was too fast. I missed him.
Fiona Glenanne: [pulls out the damaged drive] Well, we're not gonna recover anything from this key-card log.
Michael Westen: I covered my tracks... so I covered the tracks of the killer.
Fiona Glenanne: Your only other option ws a murder charge. It's not your fault.
Sam Axe: Well, it's official. Someone's trying to frame you. I found this little parting gift on the car that you took to Max's office. Brand-new box missing 13 bullets.
Michael Westen: [hefting the gun] Two that killed Max, two I shot into the wall, and I bet the rest are in here.
Sam Axe: Mike, did Max say anything before he... I mean, anything that can help us figure out who did this?
Michael Westen: He said to say goodbye to his wife.
Fiona Glenanne: Michael, we have to do something about that gun.
Sam Axe: Yeah, and we need to get an alibi for you like right now.
[no reaction]
Sam Axe: Are you listening, brother? We got to get in front of this.
Michael Westen: I know. I know.
[Michael grabs his sunglasses, puts them on]
Michael Westen: Let's go to work.

Fiona Glenanne: Barry, I'm saying nice things. Don't make me shoot you.

"Burn Notice: Rough Seas (#2.7)" (2008)
Fiona Glenanne: I bought an assault rifle from him last year. He doesn't know you. Seymour has trust issues.
Michael Westen: I don't want to date him, Fi. I just want to find out what the people who burned me are doing with a Russian sniper rifle.

Fiona Glenanne: Why not go in now?
Sam Axe: Because Mike could get hurt.
Fiona Glenanne: Doesn't sound so bad.

Fiona Glenanne: Keeping Virgil away from your mom, that's just about keeping her from danger?
Michael Westen: What else would it be?
Fiona Glenanne: Well, they did have a connection, Michael. A romantic connection, an intimate, steamy connection. I'm just saying, when an important woman in your life meets someone it can be an adjustment.
Michael Westen: Is this about your date? Because I'm fine with it.
Fiona Glenanne: [laughs] I don't think so, Michael. Not one question about who he is? You're not the least bit interested?
Michael Westen: No, not interested.
Fiona Glenanne: I thought spies were meant to be good liars. You are getting rusty.

[Fiona had to cancel a date in order to help Michael]
Fiona Glenanne: I had to tell my date I got food poisoning.
Sam Axe: Come on, Fi. Don't be like that.
Fiona Glenanne: I don't want him dead. Just bruised.

"Burn Notice: Wanted Man (#1.8)" (2007)
Fiona Glenanne: Actually, I have a little errand to run first. It'll only take a second.
Michael Westen: What will?
Fiona Glenanne: [cheerfully] Bagging a bail-jumper. I thought it would be fun!

Fiona Glenanne: [pulling out a mugshot] Here's who we're looking for: Thomas McKee. I got a tip about an hour ago that he's staying at the Victor.
Michael Westen: Fi, I got a feeling this guy's not gonna survive on the lam.
[Michael points to a car parked on the street, with the license plate "TOMCKEE"]

Fiona Glenanne: I know a few Iranians who are coming into town.
Michael Westen: Ooh, let's avoid people who use "Michael Westen" and "jihad" in the same sentence.

Fiona Glenanne: Consider it an "I'm sorry I brained you with a snowglobe" gift.
Wayne Ray: Why'd you wait to turn him in?
Fiona Glenanne: He was gonna pay us off, but his check bounced.
Wayne Ray: [Chuckling] You're all heart, lady.

"Burn Notice: Eyes Open (#4.13)" (2010)
Michael Westen: Previously on "Burn Notice"...
Adam Scott: They took Becky right out of the backyard. I know exactly who did it.
["Adam Scott" / "The Client" ]
Dale Lawson: Tell him if he wants his girl, get my brother out of jail.
["Dale Lawson" / "Kidnapper" ]
Dale Lawson: [of his freed "brother"] Son of a bitch! That's not him! You think you can do this to me?
Michael Westen: [to Adam Scott] He's a little angry.
Adam Scott: I'm angry, too.
Fiona Glenanne: So what now?
Michael Westen: The situation hasn't changed. Everything leads back to John Barrett. We found Barrett, he's in Miami, we grab him, and we ask him some questions.
Fiona Glenanne: Jesse vowed to put a bullet in you. That should put him at the top of your to-do list.
Michael Westen: There's not a whole lot I can do about that right now.
John Barrett: [over radio] Let's talk about my Bible.
Michael Westen: [over radio] You want the Bible, Mr. Barrett, you'll meet me at Dinner Key, noon, Tuesday.
John Barrett: [over radio] That can be arranged.
Michael Westen: So that list is the key to destroying the people who burned me.
[Vaughn and his men show up and open fire]
John Barrett: Take him!
[a shot goes through Michael's left shoulder and through the guy holding him]
Fiona Glenanne: He shot Michael! What is Jesse doing?
Sam Axe: No, he shot the guy *behind* him. He's savin' Mike's butt is what he's doing.
John Barrett: Who do you work for?
Michael Westen: I'm self-employed.
[Michael grabs the wheel, flips the SUV. survives, sees the case taken away before passing out]

[Michael is in a hospital bed, Fiona sitting at his side]
Fiona Glenanne: [lightly slaps back of Michael's hand 5 times] It's been three... days.
[Fiona inhales sharply, slaps Michael's hand once more, then sits back]
Fiona Glenanne: Enough... already.
Fiona Glenanne: [kicks Michael] GET UP!
[Michael awakens with a painful grunt as Fiona feigns surprise]
Michael Westen: [raspy voice] W-where am I?
Fiona Glenanne: Miami. Mount Sinai Hospital.

Adam Scott: Mr. Westen.
["Scott" / "Vengeful former client" ]
Adam Scott: Miss... Glenanne. I-I wasn't expecting... What happened to you?
Michael Westen: [indicating his immobilized arm] Oh, this? Oh, this is nothing. It's not like I almost got blown up on South Beach.
Adam Scott: Are you referring to that explosion?
Michael Westen: Three days after you told me Dale Lawson is a dead men, Dale Lawson *is* a dead man.
Adam Scott: Well, I was at a full bar at the Delano with... 200 people when that happened?
Michael Westen: 23 hours a day you're holed up *here*, and just then you happened to be grabbing a beer? Is that a joke?
Adam Scott: Well, it's called an alibi?
Fiona Glenanne: Innocent people are dead because you had to have your revenge. Don't smile at us.
Adam Scott: The man kidnapped my little girl. You know, I wish - I wish I *had* killed him. I wish I had been there to watch him burn. But I didn't do it.
Fiona Glenanne: Of course not. A man with your clientele, I'm sure you could shake a bomber out of your sleeve.
Adam Scott: Well, whoever it was, I'm hoping they're just getting started. I mean, Lawson's got a big crew.
Fiona Glenanne: He doesn't seem to be getting it. If another innocent pers-!
Adam Scott: If you're all out of baseless accusations, I'd like to kindly ask you to get the hell out of my house.
[a security guard grabs Michael by his injured arm]
Michael Westen: Aah!
Fiona Glenanne: [pulls a gun on guard] Hands to yourself. We're leaving.
[the guard backs off]
Michael Westen: Go be with your daughter. Enjoy the time. Prison visits are hard on kids.

"Burn Notice: Last Stand (#4.18)" (2010)
Fiona Glenanne: Yeah, well, in other late-breaking news, Jesse here needs a hospital.
Jesse Porter: Yeah, sorry, man. Turns out I'm allergic to rebar.

Michael Westen: Previously on "Burn Notice".
Vaughn Anderson: [on cassette tape] We found a replacement. Name's Westen.
Fiona Glenanne: I thought Vaughn told you he had nothing to do with burning you.
Vaughn Anderson: [to Michael] Here's to your partner. I'm glad we found each other.
["Vaughn" / "Guy who burned Michael" ]
Sam Axe: That thumb drive has the names of all the people that burned you, Mike. It's the key to taking them down.
Michael Westen: Sam, if Brennen wanted to kill me, he would have shot me when he took the NOC list. I'm just gonna talk to the man.
["Tyler Brennen" / "Part-time spy" ]
Tyler Brennen: [to Michael and Sam] If Vaughn ever gets a listen to you outing his little secret society, he's gonna kill, well, you and you. The only thing stopping it? Me.
Sam Axe: We found out where Brennen is keeping that list.
Larry Sizemore: You son of a bitch.
[Larry stabs Brennan]
Michael Westen: Larry! What the hell are you doing? Now there's nothing stopping Vaughn from coming after me!
[Sam and Mike pry open the safe]
Sam Axe: All that work for one little thumb drive.
Michael Westen: Vaughn's organization has never faced this kind of exposure before. I imagine he'll marshal all his forces and send them this way. Tomorrow's gonna be a long day.

[Jesse and Fi are making their escape together when Fi stops]
Jesse Porter: Fi, come on! We got to go!
Fiona Glenanne: No, y-you take the list. You're- you're the one who knows what to do with it. I'm going back out there with him
Jesse Porter: No! No, no, Fiona. Listen to me. If you go back out there, you know what's gonna happen.
Fiona Glenanne: Yeah. I'm going.
[Jesse grabs Fiona's arm. Gunfire continues outside]
Jesse Porter: What happened to all that wisdom about you and Mike having different priorities?
Fiona Glenanne: Well, screw wisdom! I belong out there with him...
Fiona Glenanne: [voice breaking] for better or worse.
Jesse Porter: It's probably gonna be for worse.
Fiona Glenanne: Well, I knew that the moment I met him.
Fiona Glenanne: [kisses Jesse, runs back] Goodbye, Jesse!

"Burn Notice: Breaking and Entering (#2.1)" (2008)
Michael Westen: Hey, Fi.
Fiona Glenanne: I can't believe you, Michael. Forty-eight hours ago we said "good-bye", possibly forever. And then I get a message from you on my cell that I should come right over because you got a job.
Michael Westen: Fi, there's a lot going on, so...
Fiona Glenanne: You couldn't start with "I'm alive"?
Michael Westen: I thought the fact that I was calling covered that.

Fiona Glenanne: [setting up C4 in a boat] You want this big, right?
Michael Westen: Just enough for the boat, Fi. Try not to break all the windows in South Beach.

Sam Axe: [Michael shoots the rear view mirror off Sam's car] What the hell is he doing?
Fiona Glenanne: I think we just got recruited into Michael's cover identity.

"Burn Notice: Loose Ends, Part 2 (#1.12)" (2007)
Michael Westen: [looking at the cache of weapons Fiona brought] If we need more than this, we're doing something very wrong.
Fiona Glenanne: Or something very right.

Fiona Glenanne: It's been fun, Michael.
[long pause]
Fiona Glenanne: At least this time we get to say goodbye.
[kisses Michael on the cheek]
Michael Westen: [touches her cheek] Thank you, Fi.
[kisses her on the lips]

Fiona Glenanne: You're a spy, Michael. Why don't you just lie? It's what spies do, you know. If you want to run...

"Burn Notice: Army of One (#5.10)" (2011)
Dixon: You guys suck!
Fiona Glenanne: Hey, I've ridden in there. As trunks go, it's not so bad. Uh, Sam, I think I know how the cops found us. Dixon here likes to accessorize.
Sam Axe: You're under house arrest? Why didn't you say something?
Dixon: Oh, I'm sorry. Did I forget to mention that when I was unconscious? I'm unconscious because *you* tased me!
Sam Axe: [indicating Fi] Uh, technically, she tased you.

Sam Axe: Not to pry, but is there something between you and Mike? I mean, ever since you guys moved in together, seems like things have been a little tense.
Fiona Glenanne: I'd be happy with "tense". Michael can find room for my snow globes in his apartment but he can't figure out how I fit into his life.
Sam Axe: Well, you know how Mikey is with commitment.
Fiona Glenanne: Look, I really don't want to talk about his issues right now. I have issues of my own. I am driving around with an unconscious man in my trunk.
[police siren]
Fiona Glenanne: Correction: I am driving around with an unconscious man in my trunk and a cop trying to pull me over.
Sam Axe: Aw, crap. Do you think someone spotted us nabbing Dixon?
Fiona Glenanne: We're not going to stick around to find out.

[last lines]
Michael Westen: Any progress?
Agent Pearce: Haven't found anything yet.
Agent Pearce: [sighs] But now that we're chasing down this Romanian lead, I think it's just a matter of time before we find Max's killer. You know the first thing I do when I start an investigation? Put the victim's next of kin's number at the top of my speed dial. I- it's...
Agent Pearce: [shows Michael phone] That's Max's wife's. I look at it every day, and I think about the day I'll be able to call and say, "We got the bastard." That day is close, Michael. And you will have been a part of that.
Michael Westen: [flashback] We have to get rid of the gun.
Fiona Glenanne: [flashback] You are taking big risks.
Michael Westen: [flashback] I covered my tracks, so I covered the tracks of the killer.
Michael Westen: I can always do more.
Michael Westen: [picking up his box of files] Are you sure you don't want me to take another look at this stuff? Now you have two crime scenes to process and a whole network of Romanians to run down.
Agent Pearce: Thanks, but I've got three times the manpower working the case now. I just need that one last piece, Michael.
Agent Pearce: [takes the box] And maybe it's in this box.

"Burn Notice: Signals and Codes (#3.5)" (2009)
Michael Westen: [narration] All you need to beat a modern tumbler lock is a little information and some stone-age tools. If you know the basic type of key you need, take out a matching blank, file down the valleys to the center ledge, and you've got a Bump Key. Apply torque, whack it with anything handy, and you're in.
Fiona Glennane: [walks in] It not quite as much fun as kicking a door down.

Fiona Glennane: [trying to sell him on the plan] The alien goes to jail.
Spencer: Oh, well that sounds good.

[last lines]
Michael Westen: If you truly care about me, you should damn well want for me what I want for myself.
Fiona Glennane: If that's what you want... I'll be with you. I'll be with you.

"Burn Notice: Double Booked (#2.8)" (2008)
Michael Westen: I've been hired to kill a woman.
Fiona Glenanne: You're changing the subject.
Michael Westen: Yes, but I'm serious.

Fiona Glenanne: How do you know this guy who hired you?
Michael Westen: We worked together in the Balkans - '91, '92. It was a crazy time. He seemed relatively sane in comparison.
Fiona Glenanne: And now he kills for a living.
Michael Westen: Yeah, he made some poor choices before his death.
[Fiona looks at him quizzically]
Michael Westen: 15 people watched Larry walk into an oil refinery right before it blew up. Apparently, it was his way of taking early retirement.

Fiona Glenanne: He just sprayed Jeannie's fork with something.
Sam Axe: That's probably Atropine. You might want to tell Jeannie she's about to have a heart attack.

"Burn Notice: Shot in the Dark (#3.7)" (2009)
Fiona Glenanne: Well, in my experience, if something is too good to be true, it's best to shoot it. Just in case.

Fiona Glenanne: You have no idea how painful it was to be under that car and not wire it to explode.

Fiona Glenanne: I'm just saying, you live above the club. Aren't you curious?
Michael Westen: You can hear the music through the floor, Sam's got beer in the fridge. Knock yourself out.

"Burn Notice: Loose Ends, Part 1 (#1.11)" (2007)
Sam Axe: [at a gay bar] How do you want to handle this?
Fiona Glenanne: Well, I think the balls are in your court.

Fiona Glenanne: Ah, the mating dance of the spy. It's a wonder spies ever get close enough to kill each other, isn't it?

Sam Axe: What do you think he wants, Mike?
Michael Westen: That he wants to meet.
Fiona Glenanne: So why not just meet?
Michael Westen: He doesn't trust me. Fair enough... I don't trust him.

"Burn Notice: Hard Times (#4.10)" (2010)
Sam Axe: Well, I don't know which one of has the more dangerous gig, us or Mike.
Fiona Glenanne: Probably Michael. We don't have to eat prison food.

Fiona Glenanne: [on Michael's prison greens] It's not a great color on you.
Michael Westen: Great to see you too, Fi. So how's it going with Simon's buried treasure.
Fiona Glenanne: Well, it's being guarded by a groundskeeper who's a little older than most of the people in the ground. Sam's busy with this, so I'm going to have to recuit your mom to help me.
Michael Westen: Fiona.
Fiona Glenanne: I don't want to argue. You only have a few minutes, let's focus.
[a guard walks up, Fiona changes character]
Fiona Glenanne: I can't stop thinkin' aboutcha, babe. At night it gets so bad...
Fiona Glenanne: [to guard] Am I talkin' to you, perv? No, I am not! Keep your nose out of our pillow talk!
Fiona Glenanne: [to Michael, still in character] You been thinkin' about me too, babe?
Michael Westen: I think he's gone.
Fiona Glenanne: [pause] You're no fun, Michael.

[Madeline spots the groundskeeper approaching. Fiona misreads her face]
Fiona Glenanne: Oh, don't worry, it's safe now. Totally harmless.
Madeline Westen: No, no, no, it's not that. Um, what do you people say, "I think we have company"?
Fiona Glenanne: Oh, dammit. Look, I need a sec to get this out and cover it up. Could you, uh...?
[Madeline takes off her sunglasses, reads the name "Quinton Gordon" from the gravestone, and goes to intercept the groundskeeper]
Groundskeeper: I thought I saw somebody over here.
Madeline Westen: [angry] Are you in charge of this place?
Groundskeeper: I'm the caretaker. You tell me what that truck is doing here?
Madeline Westen: What does it look like? I had to hire a landscaper.
Groundskeeper: Ma'am, you can't do that. It's not authorized.
Madeline Westen: Someone had to take care of Quinn's grave. You certainly haven't.
[the groundskeeper tries to look behind Madeline, but she turns him around to face the other way]
Madeline Westen: And, what, would you look at me when I'm talking to you? People have no respect. I'm grieving here. I'm dealing with the pain of a very serious loss and-and-and you-you're just letting his grave go to hell! Do you have any idea how painful that is?
Groundskeeper: Ma'am, are you confused? This is an historic cemetary. Everyone here's been dead for over a century.
[True. Quinton Gordon died in 1907]
Madeline Westen: Well, it's not about how long it's been, it's about how much you love somebody! My great, great... *great* uncle Quinton. This is so important to our family!
Groundskeeper: I'm sorry. We'll try to do better?
Madeline Westen: Thank you.
Fiona Glenanne: Uh, Mrs. Becker? I'm done. Are you ready?
Madeline Westen: Oh, right! Bye.

"Burn Notice: Question and Answer (#3.2)" (2009)
Detective Paxson: So, you gonna answer my questions or am I gonna pick my way through everything you own?
Michael Westen: Uh, that would be a workbench, six power tools, four yogurts. Three yogurts. I actually had one.
Fiona Glenanne: Blueberry.

Michael Westen: [opening his birthday present from Fi] It's a bayonet.
Fiona Glenanne: Used during the first World War for close fighting.
Michael Westen: [looking a little confused] Fi, thanks.
Fiona Glenanne: Well, someone once told me that caring for you is like trench warfare. So I thought you should arm yourself.

Fiona Glenanne: This is a valuable lesson for you. C-4 is meant to be used, not stored. I'm serious. All those times you told me to make the explosion smaller... I shouldn't have listened to you, and Paxson wouldn't have anything to hang you with.

"Burn Notice: Eye for an Eye (#5.9)" (2011)
Michael Westen: [carrying a heavy bag of weapons] Sam, are you gonna help?
Sam Axe: Yeah, it's just that, I mean, you really think this old guy built that bomb? I mean, he's owned a clock shop for like 20 years.
Fiona Glenanne: Under a different last name. He's a war criminal, and he's hiding.
Michael Westen: Fiona went to a lot of trouble to get that file. If it says the bomb maker's hiding out in Tallahassee, that's where we're going.
Sam Axe: Well, I just want to be sure we're making the right move.
Michael Westen: It's the *only* move, Sam.

Michael Westen: Fi, Sam and I won't be able to get back until late tomorrow night.
Fiona Glenanne: Which means we're not having that dinner at the Forge.
Michael Westen: Sorry.
Fiona Glenanne: [sighs] All right, this is important. You want me to cancel the reservation?
[Michael hesitates]
Fiona Glenanne: [under breath] There *is* no reservation.
Michael Westen: I'm sorry. It was- This guy...
Fiona Glenanne: Could help you find out who killed Max, I know. Take these.
[Fi gives Michael two more weapons]
Fiona Glenanne: Be safe.

Fiona Glenanne: [sighs] You know what kind of girlfriend drives all the way to Tallahassee to search a crust old man's equally crusty apartment?
Michael Westen: A *good* girlfriend.
Fiona Glenanne: A *great* girlfriend. The kind of girlfriend who deserves dinner at the Forge.
Michael Westen: Point taken. How about *two* dinners?

"Burn Notice: Hot Spot (#2.11)" (2009)
Fiona Glenanne: It seems this "man", Felix? He took Tanya for a ride in his car, and then he - attacked her. And she escaped, barely. And then Corey went after him with a baseball bat.
Corey Jensen: I found her crying in the street. I just wanted to make sure he never came back again...
Fiona Glenanne: explanation necessary. Use a golf club next time. Greater force to a smaller area.

[last lines]
Carla: Michael, it's time you focused on helping yourself. Or else you're not going to be around to help anyone else.
Fiona Glenanne: [on voicemail message] It's Fi, leave a message...

Fiona Glenanne: Nothing turns on a woman so much as when something goes, "BOOM."

"Burn Notice: End Run (#3.3)" (2009)
Fiona Glenanne: How long before Paxson finds someone she can flip, like a gunrunner named Seymour?
Sam Axe: Or a money launderer named Barry?
Fiona Glenanne: Or a washed-up Navy SEAL named Sam?
Sam Axe: Or, how 'bout an unstable, jealous...
Michael Westen: Guys!

Barry: [scribbling a note] Here's what you're gonna do: go here and tell Fabian I'm giving you "the portable skimmer."
Fiona Glenanne: Fabian?
Barry: I hired an intern.

"Burn Notice: Besieged (#5.7)" (2011)
Michael Westen: I got your message. This is my "I'm concerned we just kidnapped our only lead back to Max's killer"-face.
Fiona Glenanne: Well, be thankful it's not your "Our only lead got murdered by a Latino gang"-face.

Michael Westen: Fi, you don't have to do this. I could...
Fiona Glenanne: Oh, please. You'll stick out like Sam's chin.

"Burn Notice: Bad Breaks (#2.13)" (2009)
Fiona Glenanne: [incredulous] Michael called you to tell you to blow a hole in the wall of a bank, and you didn't think to ask when?
Sam Axe: Look, it was a brief conversation. We didn't talk about shoes or movies either. Would you just place the explosives already?

Fiona Glenanne: [frustrated] I still think we should set off the charges, blow a hole in the wall, rush in... Beats waiting out here.
Sam Axe: Yeah, that's good, let's get Mike and the hostages killed because you have the attention span of a 3 year old.

"Burn Notice: Broken Rules (#1.7)" (2007)
[watching the gang in Little Havana]
Fiona Glenanne: When are you going to get a real car? This thing's like a toy.
Sam Axe: I am. Veronica was supposed to get me a Cadillac this weekend, until Mike's surveillance guy screwed everything up.
Fiona Glenanne: [incredulous] A Cadillac? What could you possibly be doing to these women?
Sam Axe: [smirking] Wouldn't you like to know?

[Sam keeps checking his cell phone]
Fiona Glenanne: Did you send flowers?
Sam Axe: Yes, I sent flowers! Why do you think I'm checking my phone?
Fiona Glenanne: Well, what did the card say?
Sam Axe: It said, "I'm sorry, please call me."
Fiona Glenanne: She doesn't need to hear you're sorry! She needs to know who you are! She needs to know where she stands...!
[awkward silence]
Fiona Glenanne: ...I would imagine.

"Burn Notice: A Dark Road (#3.10)" (2010)
[first lines]
Fiona Glenanne: OWWW!
Michael Westen: Hold still. I'm almost done.
[close on bullet wound being restitched]
Fiona Glenanne: You're doing this on purpose!
Michael Westen: I'm not the one who tore your stitches out second week in a row. Now *stop moving* or you're going to do some serious damage.
Fiona Glenanne: I will "do some serious damage" to you when this is over, I promise you that, Michael Westen. You have the sewing skills of an orangutan!
Michael Westen: [finished] There. Now you can kill me if you want to.
Fiona Glenanne: [softly] God, I want to.
[Fiona tries to punch Michael with her good arm, but he catches it]
Michael Westen: Oh, oh, yes, you should rest. There you go.
Fiona Glenanne: Ugh. You're lucky that. these sedatives...
Fiona Glenanne: [while yawning] are kicking in 'cause...
Fiona Glenanne: ...I will kill you.
Michael Westen: I'll be here.
Michael Westen: [narrative] Doing your own field medicine has its advantages: no conversations with the police, the food's better, and relationship between patient and caregiver is very close.
[Fiona winces as Michael fixes her bandage, so she punches again, and connects]
Fiona Glenanne: Ooh.
Michael Westen: [narrative] Of course, that last one can be a disadvantage as well.
Fiona Glenanne: Gotcha.

Michael Westen: [narrative] The best place for a bug is on something people keep with them. Many car remotes these days have enough space inside to hide a small bug, not to mention a battery to power the transmitter.
Fiona Glenanne: [after installing the bug, tests it] Sam, can you hear me?
[Sam, across the street, gives a thumbs up]
Michael Westen: [narrative] It's a quick, efficient, low-risk operation that costs as much as you care to tip the valet.

"Burn Notice: Trust Me (#2.3)" (2008)
Fiona Glenanne: He's smooth. In a cheesy Sam kinda way.
Sam Axe: Hey, smooth is smooth, baby!

[walking in on his mother's poker game]
Michael Westen: Fi, how's it going?
Fiona Glenanne: Down to the felt. Fullboat Phylis here didn't tell me she used to deal holdem in Reno.

"Burn Notice: Friendly Fire (#3.11)" (2010)
[first lines]
Michael Westen: [narrative] In the intelligence community, an invitation to meet at a hotel pool is an olive branch. The person you're meeting is offering you multiple escape routes, a crowd to mix in with, and virtual certainty that nobody is concealing a weapon in their bathing suit. But if you're meeting the kind of guy who arranges coup d'etats for a living, it's still a good idea to bring backup.
Fiona Glenanne: Champagne?

Michael Westen: [narrative] Camoflage is commonly associated with jungle warfare, but the truth is that it's just as important in urban settings. You're bound to draw attention setting up a bulletproof barricade on a sidewalk, or toting a concussion charge down the street, but fruit stands reinforced with strips of steel-belted tires and ice-cream carts packed with explosives blend right in. Of course, the ultimate Trojan horse is a shackled prisoner.
Fiona Glenanne: [dangling cuffs at Michael] Where have you been hiding these?
[Momentarily distracted, Michael's drill slips off the head of his screw. Next, he cuts a link from the cuffs, then places them back into an injection mold with a void for the missing link]
Michael Westen: [narrative] A paranoid enemy might go so far as frisking a hostage who's wearing handcuffs, but people tend not to check if one of the handcuff *links* is made of polystyrene, or if there's a listening device in the pin lock.

"Burn Notice: Company Man (#5.1)" (2011)
Michael Westen: [narrative] One of the most dangerous times for a spy is right after a job: your guard is down, which makes it a good time for attack by your enemies. Or, in some cases... your friends.
Michael Westen: Fiona. Uh, Fiona. Fiona, don't you think we'd be more comfortable on the bed?
Fiona Glenanne: [between kissing and stripping Michael] What makes you think... that I care... if you're comfortable?

Fiona Glenanne: My point is, we fought the people who burned you for a long time, Michael. Now they're on the run, the CIA, hunting the bastards down, and we're just out.
Michael Westen: [softly] I wish I could tell you, Fi. I really do.
Fiona Glenanne: It's been six months now. Mysterious trips around the world... with Max. It just doesn't seem fair that he should get to have all the fun.

"Burn Notice: Seek and Destroy (#2.12)" (2009)
Fiona Glenanne: If we look for everyone who tried to kill you, we'd do nothing else!

Michael Westen: Fi, do you have any explosives?
Fiona Glenanne: I'm gonna pretend you didn't ask that.

"Burn Notice: Hard Bargain (#1.9)" (2007)
Fiona Glenanne: Isn't there some part of you that's beginning to like Miami?
Michael Westen: It's fine.
Fiona Glenanne: Fine? There are people who come here from all over the world! They don't have waterfront like this in Afghanistan!
Michael Westen: Doesn't rain as much, either, there.

Michael Westen: We need to find out where Dawn is being held. Lucio doesn't know. His job is just to find targets for Reyes. So we're going to have Lucio bring him a new target: a rich society wife...
Fiona Glenanne: Enchanté.
Michael Westen: ...and a disgruntled bodyguard.
Sam Axe: Ya bitch!

"Burn Notice: Turn and Burn (#2.2)" (2008)
Fiona Glenanne: Your charms no longer have any effect on me, Michael.

Michael Westen: Fi, get me a sniper rifle and some C4.
Fiona Glenanne: Oh, I like where this is going.

"Burn Notice: The Hunter (#3.6)" (2009)
[first lines]
Michael Westen: [narration - Fi attacking bag that he is holding] There *are* advantages to training with someone you're close to. Knowing each other's moods makes training more effective. Being involved in each other's personal lives
[takes a kick to the head]
Michael Westen: Can also make training a lot more painful.
Fiona Glenanne: Oops.

Pilot: What is a sweet little girl like you doing in a big bad bar like this?
Fiona Glenanne: I'm looking for a big bad man. Like you
[cocks the gun that he has tucked down the front of his pants]
Fiona Glenanne: Come with me or say goodbye to your two closest friends.

"Burn Notice: Friends and Enemies (#4.1)" (2010)
Michael Westen: [narrative] The strain of having a loved one disappear a weeks affects people differently. Spend enough time as a covert operative and you know better than to try to predict the outcome a long-awated reunion.
Fiona Glenanne: [softly] Michael. Thank God!
[Fi walks over, kisses Michael twice, then slaps his upper arms and goes back over to her guns]
Michael Westen: [narrative] Of course, some reunions are more unpredictable as others.
Michael Westen: Fi?
Fiona Glenanne: I'm sorry. We're in the middle of something. Here, load this. Sam and I took a case and it's gotten a little out of hand.

Fiona Glenanne: What?
Michael Westen: Nothing.
[Michael pops the trunk. Fi pauses, then looks from behind the raised trunk at Michael]
Fiona Glenanne: Are you pouting? Maybe I just moved on with my life? Is that it?
Michael Westen: Well, I mean, I disappeared, Fi! I come back and you and Sam are taking clients, acting like nothing ever happened!
[Fi connects a hard right cross against Michael's chin!]
Fiona Glenanne: Don't you *dare* say that! Don't you dare. Sam and I kicked in every door we could think of. We took a client out of respect for you, because we knew that's what you would have wanted.

"Burn Notice: Truth and Reconciliation (#2.14)" (2009)
Michael Westen: [on phone] Go easy on him, Fi.
Fiona Glenanne: You're breaking up.
[closes her phone and tosses it into the back seat]

Fiona Glenanne: I still can't believe you're giving all this money to some sleazy bank manager.
Michael Westen: I went to a lot of trouble to find this guy. I don't have a lot of options here.
Fiona Glenanne: Michael, he hid money for a man who tried to assassinate you.
Michael Westen: Which makes him a good person to know if I'm trying to *find* that assassin.
Fiona Glenanne: You're going into this meeting unarmed, with no information.
Michael Westen: It's a tactical risk. Fi, I was warned not to meet you the first time.
Fiona Glenanne: Yeah! I almost blew off your hand with a block of C-4.
Michael Westen: And I made a friend. Maybe I'll make another one. Watch my back.

"Burn Notice: Blind Spot (#4.11)" (2010)
[last lines]
[Fiona calls Michael on the phone]
Michael Westen: [answers] Yeah, Fi.
Fiona Glenanne: Jesse found out! About everything. He had a gun!
Michael Westen: Wait-wait-wait. Are you okay?
Fiona Glenanne: We ruined his *life*, Michael!
Michael Westen: Where is he?
Fiona Glenanne: I don't know. But I think he's going to make us pay.

"Burn Notice: Hot Property (#4.14)" (2010)
[last lines]
Jesse Porter: [cellphone rings] Yeah, Fi?
Fiona Glenanne: Hey, Jesse. Want to grab lunch at the Carlito?
Jesse Porter: Um...
Fiona Glenanne: [sing-song] I'm buying.
Jesse Porter: Yeah, what the hell. I could go for some fish tacos.
[Jesse arrives, spots Fi, Michael, and Madeline waiting for him like an intervention]
Jesse Porter: Oh, funny running into you people here.
Fiona Glenanne: It wasn't *my* idea. Madeline wanted me to get you two together. And since you wouldn't sit down with Michael and Michael wouldn't sit down with you... oh, whatever. You know how she is.
[Fiona leaves]
Jesse Porter: Look, Maddy, this is really none of your...
Madeline Westen: Shut it! And sit down.
[Michael looks shocked. Jesse sits]
Madeline Westen: I'm so tired of this crap. I know enough about the lives that you people lead to know this: if you two don't start trusting each other again, somebody's gonna end up dead. Jesse... Michael ruined your life, got you fired. He was trying to do a good thing. So get over it. Michael... Jesse shot you in the chest. He was trying to save your life. Deal with it. I'm not talking about closure. I'm talking about good, old-fashioned gutting it out. You know what families do when people lie and betray each other? They suck it up, and they move on. So if you two are good, shake on it. If you're not, too bad: shake anyway!
[Michael, a bit fearful of his mother, puts out his hand to Jesse. Jesse shakes it]
Madeline Westen: I'll leave you two alone to talk.
[Madeline gets up and leaves]
Michael Westen: [sighs]
Jesse Porter: [smiles] Wow. Your mom's good.
Michael Westen: [looks around] How'd your meeting with Marv go?
Jesse Porter: He got us the money. Call up Barry. Have him put it in the escrow account.
Michael Westen: [leans forward, groans] You want to, uh, stay for a bite, start planning? We have an auction to crash, Jesse.
[Jesse smiles]

"Burn Notice: Reunion (#6.7)" (2012)
Michael Westen: [voiceover] When you're preparing equipment for an unknown tactical situation, more is better. You need a range of weaponry of different sizes and calibers so that you're ready for anything from close combat to full-on gun battle. Most important of all is body armor. A good lightweight Kevlar vest can be concealed under clothing and will stop stabbing attacks, slashing attacks, and almost any round short of a .50 cal. It doesn't guarantee you'll survive a surprise attack, but it's a hell of a lot better than nothing.
Fiona Glenanne: I just need to load some beanbag rounds, and we're good to go.
Michael Westen: No. When we shoot, we shoot to kill.
Fiona Glenanne: Music to my ears.

"Burn Notice: Fast Friends (#4.2)" (2010)
Fiona Glenanne: Not to be crass, but... have you considered shooting him?

"Burn Notice: Sins of Omission (#2.15)" (2009)
Fiona Glenanne: [knocking Michael's ex-fiancé] Well she *is* a professional thief.
Sam Axe: Jealous Fi?
Fiona Glenanne: Don't be absurd, I'm not jealous.
Michael Westen: [sarcastically] You think you could pretend to be?

"Burn Notice: Good Intentions (#3.15)" (2010)
Fiona Glenanne: We're both professionals. No more games. No more background checks. Just tell me about the job.
Gabriel: No, I don't think so. We don't even know if you're qualified yet.
[passes her a pistol]
Fiona Glenanne: Beretta 9mm.
Gabriel: Break it apart, then put it back together. I'll give you one minute. Begin.
Fiona Glenanne: I'm sorry: you want me to do this with my eyes open or closed?

"Burn Notice: Old Friends (#1.4)" (2007)
Fiona Glenanne: [cutting into Michael and Nate's argument] Why don't you boys wait outside, and I'll go get Brandon?
Michael Westen: Are you sure? Cause we need...
Fiona Glenanne: Believe me, Michael, if there's one thing I know how to do, it's to get a guy to leave a bar.

"Burn Notice: Bad Blood (#2.6)" (2008)
Fiona Glenanne: Of course, the tactical support I'm giving you, will cost you. I need new shoes.
Michael Westen: You've got plenty of shoes.
Fiona Glenanne: Well, now that I'm on the open market, I need more.

"Burn Notice: Mind Games (#5.3)" (2011)
[last lines]
[thunder crashes, waking up Fiona, who notices Michael isn't in bed with her, he's standing at a table with a lamp]
Fiona Glenanne: Michael.
[she gets up... ]
Fiona Glenanne: Hey.
[... and walks over, discovering he's looking through his files again]
Fiona Glenanne: You said you shredded those.
Michael Westen: I didn't actually say that. *You* said that. I just didn't correct you. I'm sorry, Fi. I just- I found a thread, and when I pulled at it...
Fiona Glenanne: Michael, I'm... worried.
Michael Westen: Fi, I'm not losing my mind. As the CIA was rounding up all the people who burned me, I kept thinking all my questions would be answered. But look at this. There are just a lot of inconsistencies. Just little things, you know: fuel receipts and docking papers, money transfers to *nowhere*. I answer one question, another pops up.
Fiona Glenanne: You're never gonna answer all the questions, Michael. There'll always be another thread to pull. You have to move on.
Michael Westen: I know. I will. I just need to take one more look. Just one more look, Fi.
Fiona Glenanne: [sighs] Look, come to bed, Michael. We'll look at these together tomorrow.
Michael Westen: [absentmindedly] Okay, I'll be right there.
[Fiona eyes him a moment, then goes back over to the bed and lies down in a seductive pose]
Fiona Glenanne: Come to bed.
Michael Westen: [still working] I'll be right there.
[thunder crashes]

"Burn Notice: Fight or Flight (#1.3)" (2007)
Fiona Glenanne: Michael would change his identity and disappear to get out of a parking ticket.

"Burn Notice: Last Rites (#6.3)" (2012)
Fiona Glenanne: Well, if it isn't the newest resident of Cellblock 9.
Fiona Glenanne: You're Ayn?
Ayn: That I am.
Fiona Glenanne: I heard you can get things.
Ayn: Wine, cigarettes. Or if you're into something stronger, I can make that happen, too. It's why they call me Ayn - "Anything You Need".

"Burn Notice: Mixed Messages (#6.2)" (2012)
Fiona Glenanne: [narrating a letter she is writing to Michael] Dear Michael, I don't know if this letter will reach you, but the thought that it might is a small comfort in this place - where even the smallest comfort is something. It seems likely it will be my home from now on, until I'm officially tried. They're holding me at Allarod Federal Penitentiary... a maximum security facility for, as they like to say, the worst of the worst. My trial is still some months away, but my lawyer tells me that my confession makes a legal defense... a challenge. I told her not to waste her time. The worst part, really, is what they make you give up in here. It's not just your freedom. They take your dignity, your hope. So you give up and do as you're told. And you know how good I am at doing what I'm told. For the most part, I'm just another prisoner. I don't expect to make many friends here, but, then, I've never made friends easily anyway. At least I have a little privacy. When I'm not in the yard, at meals, or on work duty, I'm housed in a unit for violent offenders - alone. It reminds me of the first time that I lost you in Ireland. I'd see you in my dreams when I'd wake up... and you were still gone. The dreams hurt, but they were all that kept me going. They did then, and they do now. Love, Fi.

"Burn Notice: Do No Harm (#2.10)" (2009)
Fiona Glenanne: [playing with plastic army men with wide-eyed boy] Hmm, my guy has an M2 Browning 50 caliber. It's a belt-fed weapon, so it's big and hard to hide, but it's got good range though. So I think he would shoot from up here.
Fiona Glenanne: Let me see your guy. Okay, your guy has a Mark 2 Pineapple Fragmentation grenade. Short range. So he needs a really, really good hiding place.
[looking all around]
Fiona Glenanne: In the flower pot. Let's see if we can get you some more tactical support.
[dumps rest of toys on floor]

"Burn Notice: Partners in Crime (#3.14)" (2010)
[last lines]
Fiona Glenanne: [gives Michael the flight file] You were right. It's bad.
Michael Westen: [reading the file] It's a rendition to a black site in Poland. Someone's high-risk enough to be flown alone.
Fiona Glenanne: [reads] "Do not engage in conversation with prisoner under any circumstances." Sounds like a sweetheart. This kind of treatment is reserved for world-class bad guys, Michael.
Michael Westen: I know. And somebody wants my help to break him out.

"Burn Notice: Fail Safe (#5.18)" (2011)
Sam Axe: You see the steel doors? That place is pretty well defended.
Fiona Glenanne: Yeah, well, it's worth the risk. It's not just me. Michael's on the edge of something very, very bad. You know it.
Sam Axe: All right, fine. We'll sneak in there, have a little chat. But no explosives, okay? 'Cause if that place is storing RDX, forget it.
Fiona Glenanne: I don't just blow things up. I do have other skills. We're gonna need a truck. A big rig.
Sam Axe: A truck? How am I supposed to find a big rig in Tampa?
Fiona Glenanne: I don't know. Call one of your many friends. Steal it. I can't do everything, Sam.

"Burn Notice: Noble Causes (#3.12)" (2010)
Sam Axe: I've checked. They *can't* be headed to the Flower Mart.
Fiona Glenanne: Then why would Lynch make sure Dougie's at work?
Michael Westen: Check again, Sam.
Michael Westen: [narrative] There's nothing worse than the feeling you get when you know you've made a serious tactical mistake, when thought you had two days to deal with a problem and you realize you may not even have two *hours*.
Sam Axe: Oh, dammit. How did I miss that?
Michael Westen: [narrative] Because when you make mistakes like that, people die.
Fiona Glenanne: Miss what, Sam?
Sam Axe: There's a pick-up this afternoon that's listed as "Anderson", I figured it was a *guy* named Anderson, but it's gotta be Anderson *Couriers*, an armored truck. Today's Friday, so they're probably doin' end-of-the-week pick-ups.
Michael Westen: This late in the day, that truck is going to be loaded with cash.
Sam Axe: We gotta get to the Flower Mart. Lynch's heist is going on right now!

"Burn Notice: Center of the Storm (#4.9)" (2010)
Michael Westen: Listen, if I was looking to buy a modified Saiga-12K, who would I talk to?
Fiona Glenanne: Oh, Michael, that's so thoughtful of you! And it's not my birthday for months...

"Burn Notice: Comrades (#2.4)" (2008)
Sam Axe: [after she shocks herself with a stun gun] Feeling better, Fi?
Fiona Glenanne: Everyone could use a few thousand volts from time to time. It clears the mind.

"Burn Notice: Breaking Point (#5.14)" (2011)
[rolls out from under truck that is driving away; avoiding being run over]
Fiona Glenanne: Don't try this at home.

"Burn Notice: Out of the Fire (#4.17)" (2010)
[last lines]
Fiona Glenanne: [turns off drill] We're in.
[Fiona unsecures the safe from the drill press. Michael carries it over to the workbench. Each with a crowbar, Sam and Michael pop open the safe door. Fiona gingerly plucks the USB drive from the safe]
Sam Axe: All that work for one little thumb drive.
Fiona Glenanne: Try to hold onto it this time.
[Michael drops his crowbar and taks the drive]
Michael Westen: [checks watch] We got four hours before Vaughn gets that tape.
Fiona Glenanne: I wonder how he'll take it when he hears you running down everything you know about him and his underlings to a federal agent.
Michael Westen: His organization has never faced this kind of exposure before. I imagine he'll marshal alll his forces and send them this way.
Sam Axe: So, the gates of Hell will open.
Jesse Porter: The Apocalypse will be upon us.
Fiona Glenanne: And everyone we know and love will be in danger of becoming very dead.
Madeline Westen: So what else is new?
Michael Westen: Everybody should try to get some sleep. Tomorrow's gonna be a long day.

"Burn Notice: Friends Like These (#3.8)" (2009)
Tom Stickler: Fiona Glenanne, always a pleasure.
Fiona Glenanne: Pleasure's all yours.

"Burn Notice: Family Business (#1.5)" (2007)
Michael Westen: How's it coming, Fi?
Fiona Glenanne: [Making homemade explosives] Dangerous, unstable. Remind you of anyone?

"Burn Notice: Lesser Evil (#2.16)" (2009)
Fiona Glenanne: Michael, you're not going to believe the deal I got today. I am better at buying guns than I am buying shoes, and I'm really good at buying shoes.