Burn Notice2007

Madeline Westen:
Do you mind telling me why there's a gun in his pocket when you promised me...

Michael Westen:
Mom, I really don't have time for this. This job? His idea, not mine. And, by the way, you have two sons. I don't know why you're only worried about him.

Madeline Westen:
Stop whining. I worry about you both, Michael. But only one of you is about to be a father.

Michael Westen:
[startled, clangs tanks together] Nate and Ruth are having a baby?

Madeline Westen:
Why do you think he was so hot to fly across the country for a job finding stolen cars?

Michael Westen:
He should have told me. *You* should have told me!

Madeline Westen:
I promised him I wouldn't say anything. But now with... Look, Michael, I-I know you're never gonna go for the wife and kids and the house with a picket fence. But I think Nate wants a shot at normal. I'm not sure there even is such a thing, but if he's got a chance, I *don't* want him running around with a *gun*, chasing after *bad guys*!

Michael Westen:
[softly] I get it, Mom. I get it. If I could do this job without him, I would, but I can't.

Madeline Westen:
Could you at lest make sure nothing bad happens to him?

[Michael nods]