Burn Notice2007

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.