Burn Notice2007

Michael Westen:
[Answering his cell phone warily] Hello?

Madeline Westen:
Michael?

Michael Westen:
[surprised] Mom?

Michael Westen:
[narrating] My mom would've been a great NSA communications operative.

Michael Westen:
How did you get this number?

Madeline Westen:
That's how you greet your mother? I got it from your girlfriend, Fiona.

Michael Westen:
Mom, what do you want?

Madeline Westen:
Were you going to come and see me?

Michael Westen:
I'm not going to be in town that long, so I can't.

Madeline Westen:
Well, come now then, you can drive me to the doctor.

Michael Westen:
I don't even have a car, so...

Madeline Westen:
Yeah, well, you'll figure something out. [hangs up]

Michael Westen:
[narrating] Drop me in the middle of the Gobi Desert, bury me in a goddamn cave on the *moon*, and somehow, she'd find a way to call me and ask me for a favor.

[Michael screams into a pillow]