Michael: Jesse is investigating the same people we are. They nearly killed everyone at this table. I say we hear him out. Fiona: Sure, get a guy fired, ruin his life. I'd say you owe him a Mojito and a friendly shoulder to cry on at the very least.
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.