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Burn-notice

I like playing with fire just as much as the next girl.

Fiona: Madeline. You can't stay in Miami.
Madeline: Well what am I supposed to do?
Michael: You'll come with us. We're already having cover ID's made. I'll make one more.
Madeline: Michael. Do I look like somebody who's ready for life on the run?
Michael: Please mom. I need you to do this.
Madeline: Why?
Michael: Because I promised Sam I would make this right. And I can't do that with you in prison. Because you're the only family I have left.
Madeline: I'm not going anywhere cold. I mean it.
Michael: Deal.

Fiona: Sam you brilliant Son of a Bitch.
Michael: [stares]
Jesse: [stares]
Fiona: I'll never admit I said that.

Mr. Schmidt, there are at least a half a dozen things in here I could use to blow you into little bitty pieces. I would use the dust to powder my nose.

I don't have a desperate tale of woe, but I do have 3 very well armed friends.

Either you land this plane, or I do. And I don't know how to land a plane.

Living with Durov was the hard part, this part is easy. Ready to ruin Durov's day?

Nice toys, I could get use to having a CIA tech team.

Michael: Fi, how does a weekend in South Carolina sound? It's not Paris, but there will be lots of guns.
Fiona: Sounds lovely.

Look, I know you feel responsible for what happened to Nate. You're not. He volunteered for that mission because he wanted to do something worthwhile, something good! Because that's who he was, because he was a Westen.

Michael: We still don't know what kind of situation we're walking into.
Fiona: When do we ever? When has that ever mattered?
Michael: SINCE! NATE! DIED!

What did you think? It's my first Boston mobster. I wanna get it right.

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Burn Notice Quotes

Move over, you are on my C4.

Fiona

Michael: Uh, Detective, I spoke with some officers at the station recently and I think we cleared up all the questions they had.
Paxson: Well, I have different questions. They're about a traffic incident. Three cars blown up, three more totaled. Apparently, we have a one-man wrecking crew on our hands.
Fiona: How can you be so sure it's a man?
Paxson: I'm as progressive as the next gal, Ms. Glenanne, but someone matching Mr. Westen's description was spotted driving away from the scene.
Michael: White male, dark hair, athletically built? I hope your department pays overtime because you're gonna be searching for a few hundred thousand suspects.

Burn Notice Music

  Song Artist
Song Fun In The Islands Rene Van Verseveld
Song Synthetic Beat Chamber
Song CMP5131 Out Of Range Noizy Ninja
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