Michael: (Carefully opens the birthday gift box from Fiona) It's a bayonet. Fiona: Used during the first world war for close fighting. Michael: Fi, thanks. Fiona: Well, someone once told me that caring for you is like trench warfare. (Michael casts a narrow glance at the kitchen where his mother is) So I thought you should arm yourself.
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.