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Michael: Well, that's a good question. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is... Blows up car and I'm from the department of... Blows up another car
Voice on phone: ”We’ve got a burn notice on you. You’re blacklisted”.
(Sam Axe whistles)
When you’re burned, you’ve got nothing. No cash, no credit, no job history. You’re stuck in whatever city they decide to dump you in.
Westen: “Where am I?”
Fiona: “Miami."
You do whatever work comes your way. You rely on anyone who’s still talking to you. (Michael Westen laughs). A trigger happy ex-girlfriend:
Fiona: "Shall we shoot them?"
An old friend who used to inform on you to the FBI:
Sam Axe: "You know spies? Bunch of ♥♥♥♥♥♥ little girls.”
Family too.
Sam Axe: "Hey, is that your mom again?"
If you’re desperate.
Michael Westen’s mom, Maddie: "Someone needs your help Michael!”
Bottom line, as long as you’re burned, you’re not going anywhere.