Burn Notice (TV Series)

Neighborhood Watch (2010)

Gabrielle Anwar: Fiona Glenanne

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• Fiona Glenanne : I say hit these dealers hard. Send them a message.

  Michael Westen : Guys, we don't even know who we're dealing with. Let's figure out who these guys are working with...

  Fiona Glenanne : Fine. Just promise there will be some hitting involved at some point.

• Michael Westen : [after setting a meet with Kendra]  We got one more shot at Kendra, but you won't like her conditions.

  Sam Axe : I don't like that there are conditions, period.

  Fiona Glenanne : I wish our phone conversations were as flirty.

  Michael Westen : She threatened to kill me.

  Fiona Glenanne : I can do that.

• Fiona Glenanne : Someone's getting a little too flirty for his own good.

  Michael Westen : Fi, I'm trying to snatch Kendra off the street and tie her to a chair.

  Fiona Glenanne : You are not helping your cause.

  Michael Westen : This is just a harmless game of cat and mouse between me and a professional killer!

• Vince Cutler : [shouting throughout]  I thought I told my boys to send you a message! I guess it wasn't relayed to you! You're closed down!

  [Cutler throws a trash bin through the clinic window] 

  Vince Cutler : Clinic's closed!

  Fiona Glenanne : [observing from a car with Michael]  Someone's off his meds.

  Vince Cutler : This is *my* town! You understand me?

  Fiona Glenanne : Where are the cops?

  Michael Westen : Maybe they're tired of answering David's calls.

  Vince Cutler : No one gets in my way!

  Fiona Glenanne : We have sniper rifles; let's stop them.

  Vince Cutler : You snitch, you're gonna pay the consequences!

  Michael Westen : If we intervene, he'll know something's up. Our best chance is...

  Vince Cutler : [as henchmen prepares to light a molotov cocktail]  No one goes against...

  Michael Westen : Nevermind.

  [Fiona grabs two, folding stock, silenced sniper rifles from the trunk] 

  Vince Cutler : Let's clarify the point with these...

  [Fiona snipes the lit bottle out of the henchman's hand. It falls at his feet, setting his legs on fire. Together, Michael and Fi shoot around the thugs, forcing them all to flee] 

• Michael Westen : Mom, if you have a plan for handling violent heroin dealers, I am all ears.

  Madeline Westen : Do you remember when you and Nate were in middle school together and there was that, that... bully, Todd, who was always picking on Nate?

  Michael Westen : [pause]  I really don't have time for this right now.

  Madeline Westen : [talking over]  Well, you went over to Todd's house, and you told him, if he messed with your little brother, then he was messing with you. And it worked. Todd left Nate alone for the rest of the year.

  Michael Westen : [nods]  Inspiring story. Listen, Mom, what does that...

  Madeline Westen : [talking over again]  Yeah, until the next year, when you went off to high school, and then Nate was fair game. Todd and a bunch of those punks made his life miserable.

  Michael Westen : I don't remember that.

  Madeline Westen : That's because he never told you, Michael. Anyway, that's not what solved the problem.

  [Madeline sits down on the steps] 

  Michael Westen : Okay.

  Madeline Westen : [takes a puff off her cigarette]  One day, Nate had had enough, and he whacked Todd with a two-by-four. Hm. Of course, he was suspended from school for a week, but after that, everybody left him alone, and do you know why? Because he stood up for *himself*.

  Michael Westen : Mom, David isn't up against middle-school bullies. These people will kill him.

  Madeline Westen : [nods, gets up]  I don't think that you're gonna let that happen.

  [Madeline goes inside. Michael thinks for a moment, then follows her in. Fiona blocks the door] 

  Fiona Glenanne : Either you're with us or you're not, but we're hitting Cutler back.

  Michael Westen : No, *we* are not. David's going to be the one that stands up to Cutler. We're just going to give him a little help.

• Michael Westen : [during an op]  You ready, Fi?

  Fiona Glenanne : [scoffing]  Am I ready?

• Jesse Porter : Another bag? What is this, every explosive you own?

  Fiona Glenanne : Ha! You don't know me very well.