Burn Notice2007

Michael Westen:
[he and Sam are pinned down by a pair of security guards] Anson could see us at the gate. He's gotta be in one of those windows. We gotta get in there, Sam.

Sam Axe:
Oh, yeah? How do you propose to do that with our new friends outside?

Michael Westen:
We're gonna have to go through 'em.

Sam Axe:
Whoa, whoa. Mike, slow down. I mean, I know you want to nail Anson...

Michael Westen:
I am *not* losing him, Sam!

Sam Axe:
They got both exits covered, and if this gonna be a bloodbath, I'm out, because the guys outside are just doing their jobs. Even if they are a little trigger happy.

Michael Westen:
[indicating a dead security officer nearby] That's probably our best way out of here.

Sam Axe:
What, getting shot?

Michael Westen:
Something like that.

[Michael goes to the security guard, dips his hand in the blood, and smears some on his arm]

Sam Axe:
Oh, Mike, no, no. This is not a good plan. I don't like this plan.

Michael Westen:
Well, get ready to like it even less, 'cause I need you to play dead.