Burn Notice2007

[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.