You can have the god damn cell phone; it's not a matter of national security. Where's my agent?Michael [to Nikita]
Guard: How's the arms business going?
Michael: It has its hits and misses, you know.
Birkhoff [on Irina]: I put this girl through facial recognition. Every database didn't get a single hit.
Michael: No background? No identity? No nothing? We might as well recruit her into Division as Alex's replacement.
If Percy finds out an agent went AWOL, it'll give him a reason to test out his kill chip.
Michael: She hasn't checked in, something might have gone wrong with that op.
Birkhoff: Or something went right with the date, shazam! Dude, you really need to get a sense of humor.
Michael: I don't laugh at your jokes because I have a sense of humor.
I promised her she'd never have to be Josefine again and you made her go back here. Her threat is real.Michael [to Percy]
Nikita: Let the prince go.
Michael: I'm not going to do that.
Nikita: Some prince, huh?
Nikita: NYPD, do you copy?
Michael: Hello, Nikita.
Percy: Agents are down, and Nikita's in there.
Michael: Of course she is.
Alex: Is it Nikita-proofed?
Michael: Almost. She has a way of corrupting things from the inside. Like cancer.
Alex: You make it sound like you're my guardian angel.
Michael: In this op, I am.
Michael: What are you the CIA?
Percy: Ugh, nothing that obvious.