(Mac stops by Harm's apartment for lunch) Mac: Peace offering? Harm: Beltway Burgers? I don't think so. Mac: No this is for me. I got you a ...roadtrip and a rugula salad. Harm: I accept. The only place that isn't torn up is the bedroom. Mac: Works for me. Harm: I take it we're friends again? Mac: Until we face off in court. Harm: What made you change your mind? Mac: What made you? Harm: I didn't stop being your friend. You stopped being mine. Mac: Well what'd you expect me to do after the way you sandbagged me in court? Harm: You meanI out-lawyered you? Mac: Out-lawyered me? I fell for it because I thought you were my friend and a friend doesn't sandbag a         friend. Harm: Where were you raised? Mac: Where friends don't sandbag friends. Harm: That's somewhere in Ohio, isn't it? Mac: Ha. Cute does not work on me, Harm. Harm: I wasn't being cute. I was being funny. Mac: Yeah. Like when you fired that HNK in court? Harm: Well, I thought it was pretty funny when you ducked under the table. Mac: I'm a Marine, Harm. Marines don't duck. Harm: What do Marines do? Mac: They take cover, but they never duck. Crossing The Line Mac: Something tells me Commander Rabb had his day as a pollywog. Harm: First time I crossed the equater, I got hosed. I had to do maybe a thousand sit-ups. I got dunked           twice and I had to crawl through the tunnel of moral courage blind-folded. Mac: What I wouldn't give to have been there.....as an observer, naturally. AJ: I expect an impartial inquiry on both sides. Not that Commander Rabb would be anything but objective... Mac: (smirking) The Commander's known for his dispassionate advocacy. Harm: Hell, when I crossed the equator I spent a half hour slow dancing with Bob Fredericks. Mac: Did you date much afterwards? Congresswoman DeLong: Just one of the boys, Major? Harm: Major MacKenzie has a high regard for the truth, ma'am. Trinity Mac: We don't always pick the person we end up with. It just sort of happens. Harm: You know, Major, I never had you pegged for such a romantic. Ghosts Mac: Come on, Harm. It was an accident. Don't tell me while you were at Annapolis you never did anything         like this. Bud: (laughing) Well, Keeter told me that Commander Rabb.......(he shuts up at a stern glance from Harm) Mac: I'm sure you're not the first midshipman to engage in an Academy prank. Isn't that right, Commander?         (smirks at Harm.) Full Engagement Harm: Sorry Mac. Guess I wasn't thining clearly. Mac: Yeah, obviously, or you wouldn't have called me Sarah. Harm: Not you . . . her. Her name is Sarah. (Mac gives him a 'yeah right' look) Harm: It's a coincidence. Mac: (mimicking Harm) Hey, Mac, why don't we play hooky on monday. I'll take you flying, there's nothing         quite like it - the open air, the adrenaline rush. Harm: Think you can stand, Marine? Mac: Unless you plan to carr me. Harm: Well, maybe you should've laid off the Beltway burgers. Mac: Yeah, and you worked out more. Mac: I can still bitch about freezing my butt off, can't I? Harm: Quit your whining, you've got 10% more body fat than I do. Mac: Are you calling me fat, stick boy? Harm: Stick boy? Women just naturally have more insulation than men. Mac: I can't outrun them, Harm. You go. Harm: Like that's really gonna happen. Mac: No what I need is a cappuccino, preferably in a nice warm bed. Harm: Sorry, no room service here. Mac: You really know how to show a girl a good time. Most guys at least make me breakfast after I spend         the night with them. Harm: And how many would that be? Harm: It'll be okay Mac. I'll get you through this, I promise.