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Burn-notice

Jesse: Well, they missed a good funeral. Where do you think they are?
Sam: Hard to say. A lot of places in the world with C4 and yogurt. We'll be here for them. They will contact us when the time is right. Got any plans?
Jesse: Not really no. You?
Sam: I'm supposed to meet a guy at the Carlito later. Friend of Elsa's.
Jesse: What about?
Sam: I don't know, some kind of problem. Sounded pretty desperate on the phone. Wanna come with?
Jesse: You buying the Mojitos?
Sam: Deal.

Sam: You know spy, a bunch of bitchy little girls.
Strong: Yeah sometimes.

Fiona: What you did early, plowing into that store and then jumping on the car, almost incinerating yourself.
Michael: It was a calculated risk. I need information.
Sam: Mike don't, we've known each other too long. There is a difference between a necessary risk and a death wish and you know it.
Fiona: Michael I know you are hurting, but what is killing yourself going to prove?

Jesse: For this plan to work we got to get there fast.
Sam: Whose car are we going to take?
Fiona: You have to ask?

Michael: How's Cabral doing back there?
Sam: He's sleeping like a heavily sedated evil baby.

Marco: Tell me something Mr. Finley, what does a consortium like yours want with a man like me?
Sam: Well, we're moving into this region and need someone with influence, contentions. Someone who isn't afraid as they say get their hands a little bloody.
Marco: I found that blood always washes right off.

Ok I think my liver is in my throat, good job Fi.

Fiona: Dammit, red light.
Sam: What, is that a problem?
Fiona: No, more of a warning.

Sam: I think I tore a ligament or something on top of that stupid bus.
Jesse: God, will you stop complaining about it.
Sam: I'm not complaining; it just hurts.
Jesse: Right, that's called complaining. That's what complaining is.

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