- Michael Westen: Hey, can I borrow your car?
- Sam Axe: Where are you going?
- Michael Westen: Uh, just to the store to get some yogurt.
- Sam Axe: C'mon, Mike. Fiona calls, whisper whisper. All of a sudden, you got to have yogurt? What's the big secret?
- Michael Westen: No big secret. Just love yogurt.
- Michael Westen: [voiceover] One more thing about booby traps: make sure your friends know not to drop by unannounced.
- Nate Westen: [after being assaulted by people he owes money to] I don't need a God damn place to hide. I can protect myself.
- Michael Westen: [sarcastically] Yeah. Blocking punches with your face, real effective.
- Fiona Glenanne: [cutting into Michael and Nate's argument] Why don't you boys wait outside, and I'll go get Brandon?
- Michael Westen: Are you sure? Cause we need...
- Fiona Glenanne: Believe me, Michael, if there's one thing I know how to do, it's to get a guy to leave a bar.
- Michael Westen: [voiceover] Any decent criminal will change his plans at the mention of the word "cops".
- Carl Wilhelm: What are you, some kind of crusading cop?
- Michael Westen: No... unfortunately for you, I'm just some guy you managed to piss off.
- [while grappling with Jan, who is holding a knife]
- Jan Haseck: Good to see you.
- Michael Westen: Yeah, long time.
- Michael Westen: [v.o] Sometimes, fighting is all about tactical retreat, such as running away from two knives.
- [Jan pulls a second knife, Michael disengages and runs to the elevator]
- Michael Westen: [v.o] At other times, it's about making sure the body count is unacceptably high.
- [Jan follows Michael to the elevator, but stops when he sees it is full of people]
- Michael Westen: We go back a long way, Jan.
- Jan Haseck: We will see each other again soon, yes?
- Michael Westen: [miming a telephone] Yeah, call me.
- Michael Westen: [v.o] Running an operation, you can't let personal feelings get in the way. It's about planning and execution.
- [as Oscar Wilhelm's car is stopped, Michael comes up and smashes the window with a crowbar. The glass spiders, but doesn't break]
- Oscar Wilhem: Get out of here! Get us out of here!
- Michael Westen: [leans down] Wow, this is really well made.
- [aims a gun at the driver]
- Michael Westen: Open the door. Open the door!
- [the driver does, Mike pulls Oscar out]
- Michael Westen: Out! You pissed me off!
- Oscar Wilhem: Hey, take it easy, man! You know who my brother is?
- Michael Westen: Yeah, I know who he is and I know what he does.
- Oscar Wilhem: [throws Michael's arm off] Get off me, man! You're making a big mistake-!
- [Michael pistol-whips him]
- Michael Westen: [v.o] Although occasionally, you might get a little angry.
- [after finishing his meal, Jan begins choking and gasping. He fumbles for an epi-pen, but Michael appears and plucks it out of his hand]
- Michael Westen: Neat, what's this? What's this? Oh, neat! How do you say that word? "An-a-phyl..." Anaphylactic, what does that word mean, Jan?
- Jan Haseck: [gasping] Can't breathe...
- Michael Westen: You can't breathe? Oh! Is this when your throat closes up from allergies, like from pollen? 'Cause that's what I get. Or maybe it's the crushed peanuts I sprinkled on your hot dog.
- [Jan's eyes widen]
- Michael Westen: Yeah, I talked to the chef at the hotel. Seems you're allergic to peanuts. So now that you've shot me and I hold your life in my hands, I think it's time we talked.