Burn Notice2007

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.