The Pilot:
| Harm: | Can you get in? |
| Kate: | Of course. Can you? |
| ***** | |
| Kate: | Want to bet on who gets in first? |
| Harm: | But you've got a head start. |
| Kate: | What a man. |
| Harm: | Thank you, but you still have a head start. |
| Kate: | You want to bet or whine? |
| (Harm opens the safe) | |
| Harm: | Bet. |
| ***** | |
| Harm: | Not all women in the Navy feel the way you do about having a lover. Thank God! |
| ***** | |
| Harm: | Okay, you're both pursuing theories based on gender bias. |
| Kate: | And you're not? |
| Harm: | No, I like the idea of going to sea with women. |
| ***** | |
| Kate: | Those wings look good on you. (points to the gold wings on the uniform) |
| Harm: | Well, you know what they say about gold wings and dress whites. They'll get you in bed anywhere. |
| Kate: | Except here. |
| ***** | |
| Harm: | You can't. We're not a Board of Inquiry. We're a two man team. And the senior member writes the findings. |
| Kate: | Two man.......? |
| Harm: | Okay, Kate, so I'm a little chauvinistic. |
| Kate: | Yeah... |
| Harm: | I though you'd find that charming. |
| ***** | |
| CAG: | You with me, Lt? |
| Harm: | To hell and back, sir. |
Shadow:
| Harm: | Impressive pick up, sir. |
| Cmdr. Lindsey: | I thought you'd appreciate it, Lt. |
| Harm: | I don't know if the President did. |
| Cmdr. Lindsey: | The President? |
| ***** | |
| Meg: | Kate sends her regrets. |
| Harm: | You know Kate? |
| Meg: | Well enough for her to warn me, sir. |
| Harm: | About what? |
| Meg: | That's privalidged information, Lt. |
| Cmdr. Lindsey: | Lt. Austin is a computer weapons specialist. |
| Harm: | I thought you were a lawyer. |
| Meg: | I'm multi-talented, sir. |
| Harm: | Well, I'm sure you are, Lt. |
| Meg: | No, you're not, sir, but in time I'll prove it to you. |
| Meg: | I'm not immodest, sir, just straightforward. Comes from being raised in Texas. |
| ***** | |
| Bad guy: | Don't you hate it when the bad guy's so good? |
| Harm: | No, makes nailing his ass that much more satisfying. |
| ***** | |
| Meg: | Why do I always attract nerds? |
| Harm: | Maybe it's the uniform. |
| ***** | |
| Meg: | You don't like me because I replaced Kate. |
| Harm: | No, I don't like you because you didn't disqualify yourself from this mission. That at least I would have respected. |
| ***** | |
| Harm: | Why don't you have a little pizza and bug juice with him. Seeing you vulnerable might make him drop his guard. |
| Meg: | What, you want me to play the faint hearted female? |
| Harm: | I don't want you to play anything, Lt. |
| ***** | |
| Sailor: | What'd you fly, Lt.? |
| Harm: | Tomcats. |
| Sailor: | Tomcats to JAG? |
| Harm: | I broke one. They wouldn't give me another one. |
| ***** | |
| (Harm is leaning over Meg's shoulder) | |
| Meg: | Don't you have something to do sir? |
| Harm: | I'm doing it. |
| Meg: | By bugging me? |
| Harm: | I'm lending moral support. |
| ***** | |
| Meg: | I've penetrated four levels, two booby traps, and even found a fake program that looks good but does nothing. |
| Harm: | I know a woman like that. |
| ***** | |
| Harm to bad guy: | No Mr. Grover, you do not pass go, you do not collect 40 million dollars. You go straight to jail. |
Deja Vu
| Meg: | Sorry I broke up the party. |
| Harm: | We were just talking. |
| Meg: | Harm, you and I are just talking. You and she were tangoing across the dance floor half naked one foot in the nearest bedroom. |
| ***** | |
| Meg: | I'm on my way to meet Det. Axelrod. |
| Harm: | Using your human approach? |
| Meg: | That's right. |
| Harm: | Meaning you're wearing a dress. |
| Meg: | Look, don't think you know me that well, because you don't. I'll be so subtle that by the time I work my way round to asking for the file he'll barely notice. |
| Harm: | Is it a red dress? |
| (Meg is wearing a red dress) | |
Sightings
| Little girl: | "You're not going to leave us..." |
| Harm: | "I would never leave you, Sweet Pea. There's a church between here and the gate. Where better to meet than at a church?" |
| ***** | |
| Harm to Meg: | "You want me to put in my report that you believe that we’re chasing little green men? " |
Brig Break
| Kate: | Listen to you. You threw away the book when you were 16. |
| Harm: | Not true, I just read a different book. |
| ***** | |
| Kate: | You didn't tell her? |
| Harm: | Must have slipped my mind. |
| Meg: | Happens alot. |
| Kate: | I had the same problem with him. |
| ***** | |
| Jesse: | We ain't got no female officer defending us? |
| Quinn: | You're too pretty for a female lawyer, Jesse, and Davis is too horny. |
| Davis: | What's that make you? |
| Quinn: | Well, I'm between pretty and horny. I guess that makes me pretty horny. |
| ***** | |
| Meg: | We're looking for a five digit code with a seven. |
| Harm: | How much time? |
| Meg: | Seven minutes. Funny huh? |
| Kate and Harm: | No! |
Hemlock
| (talking about Krennick) | |
| Meg: | "I hope you had a good weekend." |
| Harm: | "Where is the dragon lady anyway?" |
| ***** | |
| (talking about Krennick) | |
| Meg: | “She might have a soft side.” |
| Harm: | Yeah, like Atilla the Hun.” |
| ***** | |
| Krennick: | We have a chance to find him with this sketch. |
| Adm. Chegwidden: | Which the other agencies don't have? |
| Krennick: | No sir. |
| Adm. Chegwidden: | Screw 'em. Steal their thunder. |
| Harm: | Sir? |
| Adm. Chegwidden: | Steal their thunder. SOB comes in here and shoots one of my officers, I want him stuffed and put in my trophy room. And I want us to do it. |
| Harm: | Yes sir. |
War Cries
| Cpl Cortez: | "They're not going to be glad to see us." |
| Harm: | "I'm a lawyer, Corporal, no one's ever glad to see me." |
Survivors
| Meg: | "So, how does it feel being a divorce lawyer?" |
| Harm: | "Let’s put it on par with being a proctologist" |
Pilot rror
| Harm: | "Sorry we're late, Sir, we were misdirected." |
| Reed: | "Is that a pilots way of saying lost, Lt?" |
| Harm: | "Pilots don't get lost Mr. Reed, they’re momentarily disoriented." |
| ***** | |
| Meg: | "The way she looked at you, they were probably directions to her house!" |
Desert Son
| Meg: | "I'll have to plead article five of the officer's code of conduct, sir." |
| Harm: | "Name, rank, serial number, and date of birth?" |
| Meg: | "It's the closest thing to a "I can't tell you how I'm gonna do it" article, sir." |
Smoked
| Harm: | What's the warning, Commander? |
| Krennick: | The Admiral has an aide that's a killer. You're the rising young star in JAG and that's a threat to her ambitions. |
| Harm: | Her ambitions..... |
| Krennick: | I'm the Admiral's aide. |
| Harm: | You have nothing to worry about, Commander, I'm not that good, or ambitious. |
| Krennick: | The hell you're not. That's one of the reasons why I want to sleep with you. |
| ***** | |
| Harm: | Where's the stick? |
| Pilot: | It's built in on Air Force pilots, Commander. |
| ***** | |
| Meg: | Five chips. All they have to download is five chips and they'll have what makes the Tomcat so lethal. |
| Harm: | The pilot? |
| ***** | |
| Meg: | They probably figure we'll never know Barkov downloaded the data. |
| Secretary Bearer: | Yeah, until we're up against Ukranian F-14's as good as ours. |
| Harm: | They'll never be as good as our unless we're flying them. |
| ***** | |
| Bearer: | How did you sabotage it? |
| Harm: | With a Navy issue, 34 inch, brass tip cinch. |
| Bearer: | What the hell is that? |
| Harm: | My belt. |
Boot
| Gonzalez: | "Are you taking personal time this morning, Private Whitley?" |
| Whitley: | "Ma'am, no, ma'am! Uh, the private means yes, ma'am! |
| Gozalez: | "Which one is it?" |
| Whitley; | "Which one what, ma'am?" |
| Gonzalez: | "What is your answer; yes, ma'm, or no, ma'am?" |
| Whitley: | "Ma'am, could you repeat the question, ma'am?" |
| Gonzalez: | "This question is, do you realize that this is Parris Island, not Hilton Head? |
| Private Whitley, you have exactly thirty seconds to make that rack so tight | |
| I can bounce a quarter off it, or I WILL bounce your head off the side of | |
| this bulkhead!!! Do you understand me, or do I need to translate that into IDIOT???" |
Brotherhood
| Capt. Overton: | The more they sweat in training, the less they bleed in battle." |
Black Ops
| Harm: | “I guess you really do have to be crazy to be a SEAL” |
| SEAL: | “No crazier than ejecting from a cockpit with a rocket up your six” |
| Harm: | “Maybe not, but I only do that when I don’t have a choice” |
| ***** | |
| Senator: | Washington will have your stars for this, Admiral. |
| Adm. Chegwidden: | Well, if anything goes wrong, Lt. Austin's my point of authority, I'll give them her bars. |
| ***** | |
| Admiral Chegwidden: | My name is Admiral Chegwidden. I am the Judge Advocate General of the United States Navy. |
| Before I leave this hangar, I will know the why, and the how of Lt. Douglas Marion's | |
| death, while Commander Rabb here is gonna have your ass, and I'm gonna own your soul. | |
| ***** | |
| Admiral: | "I like you, son. I'm probably going to hang you, but I like you." |
The Prisoner
| Interrogator: | Will the United States interfere when we take back the islands? And this time a one word answer will not suffice. |
| Harm: | Harmon Rabb, Jr. Lieutenant Commander in the United States Navy. 989548301 October 25, 1963 |
| ***** | |
| Interogator: | Commander sounds so formal. What do your friends call you? |
| Harm: | Harm, Rabb, pain in the butt. |
| ***** | |
| Harm: | Are you a prisoner? |
| Prisoner: | No, I'm here on vacation. I wanted something dank and dark for a change. Of course I'm a prisoner! |
| ***** | |
| Prisoner: | Remember what I used to tell you when you were little? |
| Harm: | Always address adults as sir or ma'am and never play with matches? |
| ***** | |
| Meg: | He wasn't your partner. |
| Krennick: | He served under me, Lieutenant. |
| Meg: | With all due respect it's not the same thing. |
| Krennick: | Excuse me Lieutenant. Are we having a competition over who cares more about Harm? |
| I'm just as upset as you are. I'm just not as good at showing it as you are. I never was. I've grown to care very much about Harm. | |
| Meg: | I understand. |
| Krennick: | I'm not sure you do Meg. I know how that sounded. Now you're wondering if Harm and I were sleeping together. |
| Meg: | No, ma'am; Yes, ma'am. |
| Krennick: | Unfortunately, no....Were you? |
| Meg: | We never slept together. |
| Krennick: | But you thought about it. |
| Meg: | Yes. |
| Krennick: | Too bad. |
| Meg: | Why? For admitting to the same desires as you. |
| Krennick: | No, for telling me. You wouldn't say it if you thought he was still alive. |
Ares
| Kate: | Why are you so curious? |
| Harm: | It's my nature. |
| ***** | |
| Cdr. Brockman to Harm: | This must have hit some hot buttons in Washington for the Admiralto send the JAG poster boy himself! |
| ***** | |
| Kate: | ...but the plane stopped in Seattle. So I stowed the bikini and bought mittens. |
| Harm: | I'd love to see you in them. |
| Kate: | My mittens? |
| Harm: | Just your mittens. |
| ***** | |
| Harm: | Why'd you dump him? |
| Kate: | I didn't dump him.... It got too heavy. |
| Harm: | What he do? Ask you to marry him? |
| (Kate does not respond) | |
| Harm: | He asked you to marry him. |
| Kate: | I'm pleading the 5th. |
| Harm: | And I'm declaring you a hostile witness. |
| Kate: | It took you this long to figure that out? |
| ***** | |
| Man holding Brockman hostage: | “I walk out of here, or he dies.” |
| Harm: | “Try it. I don't like him anyway.” |
Defensive Action
| CAG: | "I don't like the way you people fight." |
| Harm: | "You don't have to. All you have to do is stay out of our way." |
| ***** | |
| Harm: | "When do we leave, sir?" |
| Teddy: | "Right after we light up." He hands them each a cigar. |
| Harm: | "Your wife have a baby, sir?" |
| Teddy: | "Not that I know of. This just arrived from the Secretary of the Navy. Congratulations...Lieutenant Commander Rabb." |
| (Meg gives Harm a kiss on the cheek) | |
| Teddy: | "Makes me wish you were around when I got my promotion, Lieutenant." |
| ***** | |
| Sailor: | "You still miss it, don't you, sir?" |
| Harm: | "Only when I'm back on board, or see a jet, shaving in the morning, in my dreams, eating a pizza, watching a movie..." |
| ***** | |
| CAG: | "Can I be my own lawyer?" |
| Meg: | "Technically, sir, but..." |
| CAG: | "You're fired, Lieutenant." |
Skeleton Crew
| Krennick: | "An Agent Turque." |
| Admiral: | "You're kidding." |
| Krennick: | "No, sir." |
| Admiral: | "And I thought Chegwidden was bad." |
| Krennick: | "So anyway, this Turque..." *starts laughing * |
| Admiral: | "His life in high school must have been hell." |
| Krennick: | "I'm sure it was, sir." |
| ***** | |
| Sarah: | Diane said you were a chronic punster. |
| Harm: | Guilty. |
| ***** | |
| Harm: | You know Meg, Mr. Roberts has the makings of a fine naval officer. |
| Meg: | Or a criminal lawyer. |
| ***** | |
| (Harm is getting into the shower and Meg is standing at his bathroom door.) | |
| Harm: | You better get going, unless you want to join me in the shower. |