Burn Notice (TV Series)
Square One (2011)
Andy Davoli: Brad Ramsey
Quotes
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Brad Ramsey : This seems too good to be true. Then your guys start asking details about my business. I mean, how do I know you're not cops?
Sam Axe , Fiona Glenanne , Jesse Porter : [amused laughter]
Michael Westen : Fair question. Deserves an honest answer.
[Michael hands his sunglasses to Fi, his drink to Sam and takes the bottle, and takes a pocket handkerchief from Ethan]
Michael Westen : Cops write tickets.
[Michael pours the alcohol on the handkerchief]
Michael Westen : Cops eat doughnuts.
[Michael stuffs one end of the handkerchief into the neck of the bottle]
Michael Westen : They don't do this.
[Michael lights the end of the handkerchief and tosses the Molotov cocktail into a car. The glass smashes and the car's interior is engulfed in flames]
Brad Ramsey : Son of a bitch.
[Brad Ramsey throws a punch at Michael, but Michael catches his arm, pulls it behind Ramsey's back, and hooks the other one as well, restraining him]
Michael Westen : Careful. I learned jujitsu on the sands of Okinawa.
Brad Ramsey : That's - that's my car!
Michael Westen : No, that's not your car.
Michael Westen : [turns him around to a sporty sliver Porsche Carrera 4 convertible] *That's* your car. I call it the thinking car. Take your time. Have a ball.
[Michael shoves Ramsey towards the car. He walks over, opens the door, starts the engine and drives off]
Fiona Glenanne : "Thinking car"?
Michael Westen : Felt right at the time.
Jesse Porter : It fel- I don't give a damn how it felt; I better see my car again, Mike.
Sam Axe : [claps Jesse's shoulder] I know the feeling, buddy.
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Michael Westen : [narrative] Protecting a target from a bullet sometimes means taking a few shots at them yourself. A near miss puts the target on their guard and keeps the real gunman at bay.
Jesse Porter : Fi. Fi, not my car!
Fiona Glenanne : Relax. I'll just put one through the windshield.
Jesse Porter : Fi...
Michael Westen : [narrative] But you can never predict how someone's going to react to a bullet whizzing by their head.
[Fi fires, Ramsey ducks]
Brad Ramsey : [exclaiming] What the hell?
[Ramsey backs up, turns, then drives out the lot over the curb. Jesse flinches as the rear bumper detaches and is dragged behind as Ramsey races off]
Jesse Porter : Just the windshield, Fi?