Person of Interest2011

Harold Finch:
As before, Ms. Groves, Mr. Reese is upstairs with an unhealthy number of firearms. Please don't try to run.

Root:
Honestly, Harold, locking me up?

Harold Finch:
I admit that the accommodations are not ideal. But your confinement is for your own good.

Root:
Harold, your machine called me.

Harold Finch:
An event that I haven't fully reasoned out. But your unpredictability, your willingness to hurt others make you as dangerous as ever.

Root:
You can't fight the future.

Harold Finch:
[Ignores this] I'll bring you some new books.

Root:
I get it. You wonder why it won't talk to you like it talks to me. Don't be jealous, Harold. Mom still loves us both.