JAG, Season 3

Harm:
He may still be out there somewhere, Mac.

Mac:
Commander Douglas or your father?

Harm:
Commander Douglas. You think I'm obsessing about my dad since I found that list, don't you?

Mac:
No. You were obsessing before you found the list. And you have every right, Harm. Learning the North Vietnamese sent him to Russia only intensified it. I just hope you realize that if we find Commander Douglas, it isn't gonna give you closure with your father.

Harm:
Only finding my dad will do that.

Mac:
Well, you're not alone, Harm. In one way or another, we're all searching for something.

Harm.:
Oh yeah? What are you searching for?

Mac:
What every woman wants. A great career, a good man, and comfortable shoes, lots and lots of them.

Harm:
Is that where Dalton Lowne comes in?

Mac:
Are you kidding? His shoes are way too big. I mean, have you see the size of that man's feet?

Harm:
I just hope you're not gonna do something stupid, Mac.

Mac:
Why, Harm, are you afraid you're gonna lose me?

Harm:
I just...hate having to break in new partners, you know?

Mac:
You know, for a second there, I thought we were gonna have a Hallmark moment.

Harm:
You know when the Admiral first told me he was partnering me with a Marine major I had these visions of a tattooed, jarhead, challenging me to arm wrestle at lunch.

Mac:
Well, I do have a tattoo, I'm a pretty good arm wrestler, and although I don't like the term, I am technically a jarhead.

Harm.:
Whoa, whoa, whoa, you have a tattoo? How come I've never seen it? And where would one find this tattoo?

Mac:
[back pedaling fast] I'm afraid that's classified information, my dear.

Harm.:
Oh yeah? You have tattoos!