Burn Notice2007

Madeline Westen:
This is the last of your stuff from the house. Michael, are you sure you want to go back to the loft? Your shoulder's still leaking.

Michael Westen:
[fake smile] I'm fine, Ma.

Madeline Westen:
No, you got shot.

Michael Westen:
Yeah, but thanks to Jesse, just in the right spot.

[long awkward silence]

Madeline Westen:
Tell you boys what: why don't I make margaritas, and we'll work on clearing the air between you two.

Jesse Porter:
I got to run. Fi's paying me by the hour.

Michael Westen:
Fi- Fi got a job? She didn't call me.

Jesse Porter:
Maybe she wanted you to get your rest.

[Jesse pats Michael twice on the injured shoulder. Michael puts on the fake smile again for his mother]