Maybe later when you’re done we can do a little reconnecting. 

Fiona: Michael. And you come bearing food. Maybe you and Vaughn have more in common than I thought. 
Michael: Vaughn.
Fiona: He came to see me yesterday. He brought Cuban. [looks in the bag] You win.
Michael: Vaughn was here. 

Fiona: You know, I feel for Jesse. Alone, hauled out, sealed off like toxic waste. 
Micheal: I do too, Fi. Trust me, I know what he’s going through.
Fiona: Except Jesse didn’t wake up next to someone who had his back like you did. 
Michael: As I recall, I woke up because somebody kicked me. 

Michael: Think you can get me a meeting?
Fiona: Mmm… you might not want me as your go-between. I may have intercepted a couple of his shipments once. Sparkling new P90’s, Michael. They deserved a good home. 

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.

Seymour: Here, it’s a little… it’s a little something I had made for uh… well it’s in honor of our first operation together. 
Fiona: Oh… matching throwing daggers. That’s very… thoughtful of you, Seymour.  
Seymour: And if you look, the engraving there means destiny. It’s a symbol of your bond.