JAG

Mac: What do you want?

Harm: I want a lot of things.

Mac: What do you want the most?

Harm: The thing I want most... is to never lose you.

(Harm, Mac and Bud are talking. Harriet walks up to them)

Bud: Hey honey.

Mac: Hi honey.

Lt Cmdr Manetti: I never miss a chance to shut up, and this seems like a dandy time.

Mac: Well, you're not alone, Harm. In one way or another, we're all searching for something.

Harm: Oh, yeah? What are you searching for?

Mac: What every woman wants... a great career, a good man, and comfortable shoes-lots and lots of them.

Mac: Men come and go, they lose their hair, their looks, but diamonds stay hard forever.

Mac: You know, men seem to pass through my life... except for you. Will you always be there?

Harm: Yes.

(Harm turns to face Mac)

Mac: Well then you need to know what the doctor told me...

Harm: (Camera zooms out and shows Harm reaching for Mac's hand)

(screen fades out)

Bud: (to Harriet over the phone) You cannot wear a dress stolen from Madonna!

Mac: (off to the side, to Harm) We taught him well, didn't we?

Ens.: I hope the ghost of Jacob Marley drops chains on your foot!

Harm: Mac and I have an announcement to make... We're getting married.

P.O. Jennifer Coates: Congratulations!

Major General Gordon 'Biff' Cresswell: Outstanding! I knew you'd come around to the Marines.

Mac: In either London or San Diego.

Harm: For this marriage to be successful, one of us has to give up their commission.

Mac: No surprise, we couldn't decide which one.

Harm: So we'll let fate decide. Bud.

Bud: When Admiral Chedwidden retired, he gave me his JAG coin.

(pulls out coin)

Bud: And I thought this would be the perfect moment to use it.

(Shows one side)

Bud: This is the side with heads.

(Shows other side)

Bud: There is tails. Bride to be will call.

Mac: (exhales) Tails.

Bud: Always wanted to do this at the Superbowl. Here goes.

(tosses the coin in the air)

Mac: What are you doing with those books, Bud?

Bud: Oh, these were just some I used in law school.

Mac: I thought you were maybe researching something for Lt. Rabb.

Bud: (clearly nervous) Oh, I'm not. And, if I were, I couldn't tell you, but since I'm not... I can... can't I?

Admiral Chegwidden: I am Admiral Chegwidden. Before I leave this hangar, I will know the whys and hows of Lieutenant Douglas Marion's death, or Commander Rabb will have your ass... and I'm going to own your soul.

Admiral Chegwidden: (Harm and Mac are constantly saying the opposite of each other) Can the two of you agree on anything?

Mac: (simultaneously) Yes.

Harm: No.

Bud: (Bud mumbles then writes something down) Why are we in an interrogation room?

Special Agent Clayton Webb: Oh, this isn't a interrogation room. It's a reception room.

Bud: (Bud looks around and notices a mirror, goes over to the mirror and starts looking at it suspecting that there are other agents behind it)

Special Agent Clayton Webb: It's a mirror, lieutenant.

Admiral Chegwidden: (Harriet has just announced that she's pregnant with twins) Don't the two of you get to sleep?

Bud: Apparently not.

Bud: (his client is quite large) This case is bigger than you are.

(pause)

Bud: Metaphorically speaking.

Lt. j.g. Meg Austin: I can decipher computer codes in as little as 30 seconds, sir.

Harm: And as long as?

Lt. j.g. Meg Austin: Three days, but that was in Chinese.

Bud: (trying to apologize to Harriet) I don't want to look at naked breasts! I want to look at yours!

(long pause)

Bud: Excuse me, I think I'll go hang myself now.