Burn Notice2007

Brad Ramsey:
This seems too good to be true. Then your guys start asking details about my business. I mean, how do I know you're not cops?

Sam Axe, Fiona Glenanne, Jesse Porter:
[amused laughter]

Michael Westen:
Fair question. Deserves an honest answer.

[Michael hands his sunglasses to Fi, his drink to Sam and takes the bottle, and takes a pocket handkerchief from Ethan]

Michael Westen:
Cops write tickets.

[Michael pours the alcohol on the handkerchief]

Michael Westen:
Cops eat doughnuts.

[Michael stuffs one end of the handkerchief into the neck of the bottle]

Michael Westen:
They don't do this.

[Michael lights the end of the handkerchief and tosses the Molotov cocktail into a car. The glass smashes and the car's interior is engulfed in flames]

Brad Ramsey:
Son of a b*tch.

[Brad Ramsey throws a punch at Michael, but Michael catches his arm, pulls it behind Ramsey's back, and hooks the other one as well, restraining him]

Michael Westen:
Careful. I learned jujitsu on the sands of Okinawa.

Brad Ramsey:
That's - that's my car!

Michael Westen:
No, that's not your car.

Michael Westen:
[turns him around to a sporty sliver Porsche Carrera 4 convertible] *That's* your car. I call it the thinking car. Take your time. Have a ball.

[Michael shoves Ramsey towards the car. He walks over, opens the door, starts the engine and drives off]

Fiona Glenanne:
"Thinking car"?

Michael Westen:
Felt right at the time.

Jesse Porter:
It fel- I don't give a damn how it felt; I better see my car again, Mike.

Sam Axe:
[claps Jesse's shoulder] I know the feeling, buddy.