The Flash, Season 1

Mick:
You're a friend of his, huh? He's fast... like fire. Fire, it's undefinable. Heat, light, energy. It's an evolution when things burn.

Caitlin:
You're sick.

Mick:
Maybe you're the sick ones. You ever think about that?

Caitlin:
Not really.

Mick:
Mm.

Caitlin:
You have third-degree burns. Why didn't you get skin grafts?

Mick:
The fire revealed my true self, showed me who I really am. I wonder what the Flash will reveal when I burn his suit and skin off.

Caitlin:
Do whatever you want to me, but leave him alone.

Mick:
Oh, okay. You and this Flash must be really close if you're willing to die for him, hmm? [grabs his flamethrower and points it at Caitlin] You want me to show him who you really are? That'd be really fun. Show you who you... really are.