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Jaime Sommers: [after throwing Steve through a window] Now look what you made me do!
Steve Austin: Well, at least we know your bionic arm still works.

Jaime Sommers: Fortress? They look like a bunch of tired mercenaries that ran out of countries to fight in.

Jaime Sommers: I'm a friend of your father.
Michael Austin: You just lost two points.
Jaime Sommers: So did you.

Hired Hand: Get into the car Ms. Summers.
Jaime Sommers: What a lovely invitation. I'm afraid I'm a little late for work.
[He opens his jacket to reveal he has a gun. She leans forward in an attempt to attack him]
Hired Hand: Aah, no bionic tricks or my friend over there will fire at those blind children by the van.
Jaime Sommers: What do you want?
Hired Hand: Well, if I told you it was your body you might get the wrong impression, but that's exactly what I want so get in. Now!

Michael Austin: So, what are you gonna do about it?
Jaime Sommers: That is none of your business.
Michael Austin: You don't know do ya?
Jaime Sommers: Leave me alone you little brat!

Jaime Sommers: I run. In fact I'll race you to the end of the park.
Michael Austin: I'm not sure I can cruise sub-sonic anymore. I'll give you a head-start.
Jaime Sommers: Gee, your such a pal.

Steve Austin: Well, at least you still have your sense of humor.
Jaime Sommers: I sure hope you had yours when you went through that window yesterday.

Jaime Sommers: So, how was your date last night?
Carol: Great! It took til desert for him to figure out I was blind. I'm so bad I asked him what it felt like to be on a real blind date.
Jaime Sommers: Shame on you!

Michael Austin: Why didn't you tell me?
Jaime Sommers: Because it was secret. It happened a long time ago. I was in a sky-diving accident and your father made the same life or death decision for me. That's the closeness you feel. That's what binds us together.

Martin: Can I tell you a secret? I've never been on a blind date before. You?
Jaime Sommers: [shakes head no]
Martin: And to think your friends thought we might not be compatible.
Jaime Sommers: [puts her hand over her mouth and laughs into a yawn of boredom]

Michael Austin: Carol.
[runs off VERY FAST to find Carol]
Steve Austin: I can't do that.
Jaime Sommers: I can't do that either.

Jaime Sommers: Who can we trust?
Steve Austin: Only Oscar, and Castillian, he's too *arrogant* to be bought.

Here are some more:

Jaime: You knew I was gonna remember about me and Steve, didn’t you?
Oscar: Yeah… what’ll you do about it?
Jaime: Try not to throw him through another window? (Oscar chuckles) I don’t know… I really don’t know.
Oscar: I want you to stay away from him.
Jaime: Wha…? Last night you’re playing Cupid; today you’re sending me to my room? What’s going on?
Oscar: Jaime, listen to me. Fortress has regrouped. They’ve back in business. No, no, let me finish. They’re after the secret of bionics. They tried to pick up Steve this morning. That’s why you have to stay away from him.
Jaime: (sarcastically) Swell. All these years, I haven’t been able to respond to him, and now that I can, I can’t?
Oscar: Be careful. You’re no stranger to Fortress either.

Oscar: Michael, if you ever get tired of being top gun in the Air Force, how'd you like to come to work for me?
Steve: No, no, no, no, Oscar. He is not gonna go to work for you.
Jaime: You think he has a choice?
Oscar: Jaime!
Jaime: (sheepishly) Bye.

(Michael fires his eye laser).
Steve: I can't do that either! You didn't kill him, did ya?
Michael: No--I can control the intensity of the beam. (mischievously) Bet you wish you had one.
Steve: You can say that again.

Steve: Well, last night wasn't my night for getting acquainted. Maybe tonight I'll do better, if I can find the right words.
Jaime: Words aren't that hard to find. Look inside yourself—say what's in your heart—even if it is made of Teflon.

Castillian: So... you're the six million dollar man.
Steve: Probably twenty-four by now.

Oscar: Okay... I see your side. I just wish I could be on it. But be careful... remember, you're the man who put Stenning away ten years ago. Fortress may go after you.
Steve: C'mon... I'm ancient history.
Oscar: (watches Steve wave to a bikini-clad beauty) Not too ancient, I hope.

Steve: (watching some jet fighters fly overhead) Nice formation, huh?
Jim: Ever wish you were back at the controls of those, Colonel Austin?
Steve: Sometimes... only in a suicidal moment.

Steve: Jaime?
Jaime: Oh… Steve… my goodness… hi… how are you? I really wish I could stay and talk, but I can’t, right now… I’m sorry.
Steve: I know it’s been a long time.
Jaime: Yes, it has been… a long time. My… date is waiting for me out in the parking lot. I’d better get to him before he cons the parking kid out of his tip.
Steve: Jaime…
Jaime: You know, I really thought I knew what I was going to say to you when I saw you again. Now you’re here, and I’m here, and I don’t. Goodbye.
Steve: Wait… wait… just a minute. Hey, Jaime… give me five minutes. There’s somebody I want you to meet.
Jaime: Blonde or bruntette?
Steve: C’mon, it’s not what you think.
Jaime: It doesn’t matter what I think.
Steve: That was never true.
Jaime: Steve, I just can’t deal with you right now. You… you know… you retreated inside yourself. No contacts, no friends, and when somebody needed you, you didn’t care.
Steve: What are you talking about?
Jaime: That’s fine, okay? Just stay there. Obviously you don’t need anyone but yourself.
Steve: Jaime… (grabs her right arm)
Jaime: Please let go of me.
Steve: No.
Jaime: Let go! (sends Steve flying through a window) Now look what you made me do!
Steve: (picking himself up from the broken glass) Well, at least your bionic arm still works.

Rudy: Your left eye is a miracle, a miracle of modern science, but what if it had an added factor—a laser beam—very thin, very concentrated, capable of burning through an inch of steel.
Steve: Come in handy if you got locked out of the house.