Burn Notice2007

Michael Westen:
[narrative] Selling yourself to an adversary is a bit like getting drafted on a sports team: you may look good on paper, but eventually, they'll want to see you on the field.

Michael Westen:
[stops the van, gets out, and walks back to Gilroy's car] Why the hell are you following me?

Mason Gilroy:
Just curious about where that van of yours is headed. I told you, I have to get to know you.

Michael Westen:
[pushing Gilroy back against his car] You can do that without compromising my operations!

Mason Gilroy:
I had to see you in action. And, I have to say, you've lived up to your reputation. Such panache! Love the suit; who are you wearing?

Michael Westen:
[grabbing by the lapels] You know, you're awfully confident I won't shoot you right here. Don't be.

Mason Gilroy:
Maybe I'm just not that afraid of rubber bullets. You were awful gentle with those chaps at the warehouse.

Michael Westen:
[looks around, lets go] I was as gentle as I had to be. I can't have a homicide detective poking around.

Mason Gilroy:
Hmm. Fair enough.

Michael Westen:
Is that why you were following me? Complement me on my suit? And ask me stupid questions?

Mason Gilroy:
I came to see if you're the sort of person I'd like to work with, and it appears that you are.

Michael Westen:
I'm glad you liked what you saw.

Mason Gilroy:
I have a little project, may interest you. I'll be in touch.

[Michael walks back to the van]

Mason Gilroy:
Oh, by the way, who is the van for?

Michael Westen:
[without stopping or looking back, gets in] I don't kiss and tell.

Mason Gilroy:
Good to know.