Burn Notice2007

Suited Man:
Sorry. No guns on the chopper.

Miles Vanderwaal:
We'll bring our guns if we damn well please. Unless you want to take them, of course.

Michael Westen:
[narrative] Disarming people by force is bloody and unpleasant. Sometimes it's easier to put on a smile and just ask.

Michael Westen:
Company policy, Vanderwaal.

Miles Vanderwaal:
Then make an exception.

Michael Westen:
[narrative] Sometimes it's easier to put on a smile and just ask.

Michael Westen:
[chuckling] It's a corporate chopper. It's overweight as it is. Come on. It's time to celebrate. Pop the champagne, *Commander*! Come on. Let's go.

[Vanderwaal looks around]

Miles Vanderwaal:
[to his men] Okay.

Suited Man:
Gentlemen...

Miles Vanderwaal:
No one mentioned you boys from The Pyramid Group were wired so tight.

Jesse Porter:
That's 'cause they're CIA. We all are, actually.

Miles Vanderwaal:
Son of a b*tch.

[Agent Pearce takes down Vanderwaal with a knee to the gut and elbows to the back]

Agent Pearce:
How's that for something you can feel, Mr. Vanderwaal?

Agent Pearce:
[handing files to Suited Man] Get these to the top brass at the NSA. Shouldn't be hard for them to find our leak.

Agent Pearce:
[to Michael] Anybody ever tell you your brand of espionage is hell on the nerves?

Michael Westen:
[with upward inflection] All the time.