Burn Notice2007

Max:
Glad you made it. I was beginning to wish I'd brought a magazine.

Michael Westen:
There was a guard change at the front entrance. Isn't knowing that supposed to be *your* job as senior field officer?

[ "Max" / "CIA officer" ]

Max:
Handling that, kind of your job as operative extraordinaire?

Michael Westen:
Oh, but that's not my title. Until my burn notice is officially lifted, I'm just a "civilian intelligence asset."

[ "Michael" / "CIA asset" ]

Max:
Just sayin', the way the boss talks about ya, I'd think handling a few government security guards would be a piece of cake. I think he's got a crush on you.

Raines:
[over comms] I can hear you guys, you know. Your mics are live.

[ "Raines" / "The boss" ]

Max:
Just bustin' your chops, boss: I'm here with your favorite toy; I get jealous sometimes.