PRISON BREAK TV Show

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Prison Break tv show is coming back for another season and the network has officially confirmed that. Sarah Wayne Callis is also joining the series.

Season 4 is planned to be air in this September and you will be back with your Monday Night TV show. Nothing to do at this time, then, read some of my best quotes from the series:-

C-Note: Listen, white boy, your luck just ran out. You chose the wrong side.
Veronica: Have a good smoke?
Keller man: I don’t smoke.

Veronica: What the hell are you doing here?
Nick: Talking to my client.

Abruzzi (to Sucre): You should never underestimate the wall, you see, sometimes, no matter how hard you try, it just won’t give in.

Keller man: Looks like the bird in hand just became three.
C-Note: I should be halfway to seeing my family right now!

L.J.: I don’t have a father.
Lisa: It wasn’t an immaculate conception, honey, trust me

Abruzzi: Keep your friends close, your enemies closer..!
Haywire: There is a maze in your tattoos. Where does the maze take me?
Michael: Get the hell away from me.

Michael: [to Sara] Come on, I won’t hurt you.
C-note: Hey man, you still alive?
T-Bag: And kicking, homeboy.

Michael Scofield: Get off of me! Henry, please! I just need a little time, just give me the time.

Jeanette: Do you know what the best cure for a broken heart is?
T-Bag: Do tell.
Jeanette: Get back on the bike. Whatever bike it is.
Lincoln (disarming the police woman): Let’s be civil. Stop. Relax

• John Abruzzi: Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

• Lincoln: I’m not asking you to love me, I already screwed that chance up long ago. I’m asking you to love yourself. You still can put the brakes on this thing.
  LJ: So, that’s what fatherly advice is like? (LJ stands up)
  Lincoln: (looking at LJ) Where are you going?
  LJ: (to Lincoln) I got homework.
  Lincoln: They’re putting me to death, L.J. In a month’s time I’ll be dead. You get that?
  LJ: You’re already dead to me.

• C-Note: What you need, man?
  Michael: PUGNAC.
  C-Note: I only speak English, white boy.
  Michael: It’s an insulin blocker, standard over the counter variety, you can get at any pharmacy.
  C-Note: You can get it at medical then.
  Michael: I can’t get it at medical.
  C-Note: Why not?
  Michael: Because they’re already giving me insulin shots.
  C-Note (C-Note laughs): You’re one mixed up cracker, you know that?

• Hale: Bishop McMorrow, is not in the fold. He’s got a lot of influence with the Governor. They went to prep school together apparently. Look. The closer it gets, the more I’m worried that the bottom is going to fall out of this whole thing.
  Kellerman: Well maybe it’s time we arranged a visit with the good Bishop then. Look, in one month, it’ll all be over.

• Sebastian: You wanna talk about it?
  Veronica: Eh, it’s not worth talking about.
  Sebastian: If it’s what keeping you up, it is.
  Veronica: It’s just… It’s nothing. Michael’s case.
  Sebastian: You did the best you could.
  Veronica: Yeah, but he didn’t. He just sort of rolled over. Didn’t put up a fight. It’s not like him….I’m sorry; I shouldn’t be talking about him.
  Sebastian: Hey, if it’s on your mind, it’s on your mind right? Goodnight.

• Lincoln: Getting outside these walls is just the beginning. You’re gonna need money.
  Michael (Looking at Westmoreland): I’ll have it.
  Lincoln: And people on the outside. People that can help you disappear.
  Michael: I’ve already got ‘em. (Looking at Abruzzi) They just don’t know it yet.

• Michael (About Lincoln): Someone wants him dead, Veronica. Something more is going on here.
  Veronica: This is desperation, Michael. You’re grabbing at straws. You’re in denial.
  Michael: Maybe, but I can’t watch him die.

• Pope: The reason why I called you here. I noticed in your file, under occupation, you put down unemployed. That’s not true now is it? I know you’re a structural engineer, Scofield.

• LJ: Uncle Mike?
  Michael: I didn’t want you to come. Go home, LJ. I didn’t want you to see this.

• Wholesale: You keep handing out my jacket, I swear I’m gonna bust your grape.
  Sucre: Man, you couldn’t bust a grape in Napa with a set of cleats on.

• Inmate #1: Can a brother get some air conditioning up here, cuz? It’s hotter than a crack ho’s mouth, man.
  Inmate #2: To hell with the A.C., man. Give me the crack ho.

• Lisa (to L.J.): Two pounds of pot!? What were you trying to do, set a record?
  (L.J. smiles)
  Lisa: It’s not funny L.J., you could be going to jail.

• Sara: You went to Loyola.
  Michael: You’ve been checking up on me.
  Sara: I like to get to know my patients. I went to Northwestern, graduated 2 years after you did.
  Michael: Maybe we’ve met before. You know, drunk, out at a bar somewhere.
  Sara: I would have remembered.
  Michael: That a compliment?
  Sara: No.

• Veronica: I know what you’re doin’. It’s not the luck of the draw that you’re in here with Lincoln. You forget I know you. Both of you. You two have the most dysfunctional idea of love I’ve ever seen. What, he beats you up to keep off the streets, so you get yourself tossed into Fox River with him? To what, save him?
  Michael: You want to do something? Find out who’s trying to bury him.
  Veronica: Nobody’s trying to bury him. The evidence was there.
  Michael: The evidence was cooked.

• Michael: You’re Charles Westmoreland, right?
  Westmoreland: Do I know you?
  Michael: Knew your wife, before she passed.
  Westmoreland: You knew Marla?
  Michael: You mean Anne?
  Westmoreland: How’d you know her?
  Michael: We taught together. In Boston.
  Westmoreland: East Farmington.
  Michael: You mean West Wilmington?
  Westmoreland: No more tests. I promise.

• Sucre: Know what? Got more than 1 syllable, too much talking. That’s me from now on - One syllable Sucre. Yes, no, love, hate, love…
  Michael: Give it time.
  Sucre: Are you kidding? I proposed to her. That doesn’t take time. Si or no. One syllable, man. (Michael laughs)

• Sara: The only way you’re getting that insulin is if I’m administering it.
  Michael: Guess we’ll be seeing a lot of each other then.
  Sara: I guess so.

• Sara: Tattoo looks fresh. I guess being a diabetic, you don’t mind needles.
  Michael: I’m Michael, by the way.
  Sara: Scofield, I read your report.
  Michael: And you are?
  Sara: Dr. Tancredi will do.
  Michael: Tancredi like the governor?

• Michael: Try ‘passion’.
  Sucre: Ooh, ooh, ‘passion’. That’s dope! How do you spell that? Is it p-a-s-h… (Michael shakes his head) No ‘h’?

• (Michael remembers a conversation he had with Lincoln a few months ago.)
  Lincoln: They denied the motion.
  Michael: Then do it again.
  Lincoln: I can’t. That’s it. May 11th, that’s the date, man… that’s the date they, you know… execute me.
  Michael: I know.
  Lincoln: I didn’t kill that man, Michael.
  Michael: The evidence says you did.
  Lincoln: I don’t care what the evidence says. I didn’t kill him.
  Michael (tearing up): Swear to me.
  Lincoln: I swear to you, Michael.
  Michael: But how did they get it wrong then? The courts, the appeals…
  Lincoln: I don’t know. I don’t know. All I keep thinkin’, lookin’ back on it is, I was set up. And whoever it was that set me up wants me in the ground as quickly as possible.

• Michael: I’m looking for someone. Guy named Lincoln Burrows.
  Inmate: Linc the Sink?
  Michael: That what they’re callin’ him now?
  Inmate: Yeah, because he’ll come at you with everything but the kitchen.

• Michael: Who’s the pet lover?
  Sucre: He’ll deny it but he’s D.B. Cooper. Parachuted out of a plane 30 years ago with a million and a half in cash.
  Michael: Doesn’t look like the type.
  Sucre: Who does?

• Bellick: We got 2 commandments and 2 only. The first commandment is you got nothin’ comin’.
  Michael: What’s the second commandment?
  Bellick: See commandment #1.
  Michael: Gotcha.

• Michael: He’s not gonna take this well.
  Veronica: Can you blame him? He’s your nephew. He’s beginning to get the idea that anybody he attaches himself to is gonna end up in prison. And he’s not the only one who’s starting to feel that way, Michael. (to guard) Will you give us a minute?
  Guard: One minute.
  Veronica: Don’t you understand? You just put the book in that woman’s hand and she’s gonna lob it at you like a grenade. Justice and punishment are the same thing to her.
  Michael: I know.
  Veronica: Then will you please tell me what’s going through your head?
  Michael: We’ve been over this.

• Michael: The vault. Open it.
  Bank Clerk: We can’t, the bank manager’s not here.
  Michael: Where is he?
  Bank Clerk: It’s lunchtime. He’s at White Castle.
  Michael: White Castle?
  Bank Clerk: It’s a fast food restaurant. They serve those little square burgers.
  Michael: I know what it is. (fires gun at ceiling)

• Michael: You know, this would go a whole lot easier if you would just hire me.
  Abruzzi: What’s this all about?
  Michael: Say you were able to get outside there walls, would you have the people in place to help you disappear forever?
  Abruzzi: Why do you care?
  Michael: Just curious.
  Abruzzi: Where’s Fibonacci?
  Michael: That’s not the way it works.

• Kellerman: You’re what, sixty two years old now Your Excellency?
  Bishop McMurrow: That’s correct.
  Kellerman: I assume then that you would be well versed in how our country’s tax system works. Taking personal capital gains under the church tax shelter. That would be fraud, wouldn’t it Your Excellency?
  Bishop McMurrow: I will not be cowed into forsaking my beliefs. Not by you or anyone else.
  Kellerman: Admirable. (Gets up) Good day Your Excellency.
  Bishop McMurrow: (Stands up too) Mr. Kellerman, what is it about this case that the secret service is so interested in?
  Kellerman: The man killed the Vice President’s brother.

• Lincoln: Whatever you got going on, fill me in cause I’m in the dark here.
  Michael: Schappelle and Associates got the contract to retrofit this place in ‘99. Four million dollar contract, head partner couldn’t crack it, so he subcontracted out. An under the table sort of deal with a former associate. That guy was one of the partners in my firm. It basically goes through the whole plan, crossed the T’s, dotted the I’s, grouted the tiles.

• Veronica: Your Honor, we’d like to recess if we could. My client’s a bit confused at the moment.
  Michael: I’m not, Your Honor. (Veronica looks at him.)
  Veronica: He is, Your Honor. (They both look at each other.)
  Judge: Perhaps you should heed your representation’s advice; take some time to consider your response.
  Michael: I’ve already done that Your Honor. (Michael and Veronica look at each other again. Veronica looks confused. Michael looks back to the judge.)
  Judge: I’ll retire to my chambers to determine sentencing. Courts recessed until 1:30.

• Sucre: Why do you want to see Burrows so bad anyways?
  Michael: Because he’s my brother.

• Sucre (referring to Burrows): Man killed the Vice President’s brother. In a month he’s getting the chair, which means no one up this river is more dangerous than him, ’cause he’s got nothin’ to lose now. What are they going to do? Kill him twice?
  Michael: Is there a way I can get to him?
  Sucre: The only time those boys get out is for chapel and P.I.
  Michael: P.I. What’s that?
  Sucre: Prison Industry. The guys that get along get to work painting, scrapping, making mattresses, you name it.

• Captain Bellick: You talking out the side of your neck?
  Michael: Come again?
  Captain Bellick: I said, are you being a smartass?
  Michael: Just trying to fly low, avoid the radar, boss. Do my time and get out.

• Officer: Okay people, step inside the door. Keep the line moving. Let’s go. We ain’t got all day to get this done. Keep it moving. Move it.
  Captain Bellick: Name and back number.
  Michael: Scofield, Michael. 94941.

• Lincoln: You’ve seen the blueprints.
  Michael: Better than that. (shows his tattoos) I’ve got them on me.
  Lincoln: Are you kidding me, am I supposed to see something here?
  Michael: Look closer. (blue prints show up)

• Michael (to Lincoln): I’m not here on vacation, trust me.

• Abruzzi (to Michael): Kudos, Fish. You’ve got spine.

• Lisa (about L.J.): I figured he could use some fatherly advice before it’s…
  Lincoln: Gone forever?
  Lisa: I didn’t mean that.
  Lincoln: I know you didn’t.

• Michael (about warden’s miniature of Taj Mahal): The Taj… it would be a shame for the eighth wonder of the modern world to collapse because the stress isn’t properly propagated.

• Kellerman: You have a habit of answering a question with a question.
  Bishop McMorrow: And you have a way of asking questions that beg more questions.

• Veronica (about Lincoln): I loved him as much as you did.
  Michael: Past tense for you maybe. Not me.

• LJ: I don’t have a father.
  Lisa: It wasn’t an immaculate conception, honey, trust me.

• Warden Pope: Son, it’s better for me to owe you one in here than it is for you to owe me one, I can promise you that.
  Michael: I’ll take my chances.

• Warden Pope: I can’t help wondering what someone with your credentials is doing in a place like this.
  Michael: Took a wrong turn a few months back, I guess.
  Warden Pope: You make it sound like a traffic infraction, like all you did was turn the wrong way up a one-way street.
  Michael: Everyone turns up one sooner or later.

• Sucre: No good, Fish. No one gets an audience with the Pope-not unless he’s real interested in what you got going on.

• Sucre (about the word Michael suggested for Sucre’s love letter to his girlfriend): ‘Passion’, what were you thinking?
  Michael: Hey, you went for it.
  Sucre: She probably thinks I went sissy up in here.

• Michael (to Lincoln): I’m getting you out of here.
  Lincoln: It’s impossible.
  Michael: Not if you designed the place, it isn’t.

• Dr. Tancredi: I got news for you, Michael. “Trust me” means absolutely zero inside these walls.

• Michael (about Dr. Tancredi): Wouldn’t think you’d find the daughter of Frontier Justice Frank working in a prison-as a doctor, no less.
  Dr. Tancredi: I believe in being part of the solution, not the problem.
  Michael: Hm. Be the change you want to see in the world. (Sara looks up surprisedly) What?
  Dr. Tancredi: Nothing. That was just my senior quote.
  Michael: That was you? This whole time I was thinking it was Ghandi.
  Dr. Tancredi: (laughs) You’re very funny.

• Michael: Maybe you ought to hear what I got to say.
  Abruzzi: You got nothing I need.
  Michael: Wouldn’t be too sure of that. (places a bird, made by folding paper, on the table)
  Abruzzi: My mistake-just what I need-a duck.

• Sucre: I’m proposing to my girl, if you gotta know.
  Michael: In a letter?
  Sucre: You got a better way?
  Michael: Face to face works pretty good.

• Sucre: What’s another word for love?
  Michael: What’s the context?
  Sucre: Oh, you know… yeah, “I love you so much, I ain’t ever knockin’ over a liquor store again” context…except you know, classy.

• Sucre: I wouldn’t get excited if I were you, Fish. You aint sniffin’ none of P.I.
  Michael: Why is that?
  Sucre: Cause John Abruzzi runs it.
  Michael: “John Abruzzi” John Abruzzi?
  Sucre: “John Abruzzi” John Abruzzi.

• Sucre (to Michael): I’m telling you, the guards have the dirtiest gang in this whole place. The only difference between us and them is the badge.

• Sucre (to Michael): Welcome to Prisneyland, Fish.

• Sucre (to Michael): Suggest you take a seat, Fish. Nothing to do up here but serve time-and nobody gonna serve it for you.

• Captain Bellick: There isn’t any flying under my radar.
  Michael: Good to know.

• Captain Bellick: You a religious man, Scofield?
  Michael: Never really thought about it.
  Captain Bellick: Good. Because the Ten Commandments don’t mean a box of piss in here.

• Judge: The closest level one facility would be Fox River state penitentiary. As for the term of your sentence, I’m setting it five years. You’ll be eligible for parole in half that time. Sentence to be carried out immediately.

• Judge: Given your lack of prior criminal conduct, I am inclined to a probation. However, the fact that you discharged a deadly weapon during the commission of the crime suggests malice to me. For that reason, I find it incumbent that you see the inside of a prison cell, Mr. Scofield.

• Veronica: I’ve known you my entire life, you don’t have a violent bone in your body. And I know you didn’t need the money.
  Michael: Veronica.
  Veronica: Why won’t you let me help you?
  Michael: You’ve been good to me-my whole life-you have. But you’ve got to let me deal with this. Okay?

• Judge: Rarely in a case of armed robbery do we hear a plea of no contest. Are you sure about this, Mr. Scofield?
  Michael: I’m sure, Your Honor.

• Michael: I’m not playing games. Open it.
  Bank clerk: Sir, you have a half a million dollars cash in your bag, don’t you think it would be better… (sound of police sirens gets louder)

• Sid: Most guys, you know, for the first one, they start with something small. ‘Mom’, girlfriend’s initials, something like that. Not you. You get a full set of sleeves, all in a couple of months. Takes guys a few years to get the ink you got.
  Michael: I don’t have a few years. Wish to hell I did.

• Michael: What’s it take to shake down another inmate? Get something he took from you?
  Abruzzi: It would take Fibonacci.
  Michael: Oh. I’ll give you Fibonacci. I promised you that. When the time is right.
  Abruzzi: The time is right now.
  Michael: No. The time is right when you and I are standing outside those walls.

• Westmoreland: (about Michael) Three days in and he’s already thinking about turning rabbit. It’ll pass. It always does.

• C-Note: (to Michael) Listen, white boy, your luck just ran out. You chose the wrong side.

• Abruzzi (to Michael): This little polka you and I have been doing for a while…as of this moment: it’s over.

• T-Bag: I’ll protect you. All you gotta do is take this pocket right here, and your life’ll be all peaches and cream. I walk, you walk with me. I’m gonna keep you real close so no one up in here can hurt you.
  Michael: Looks to me you already got a girlfriend.
  T-Bag: I got a whole ‘nother pocket over here.

• C-Note: What’s up there in that infirmary that you need so bad?
  Michael: You get me that PUGNAc, and maybe I’ll tell you.

• Sara: You seem nervous.
  Michael: I do?
  Sara: You’re sweating.
  Michael: Must be the needles. Never really got used to ‘em.
  Sara: Somehow with diabetes and that tattoo I find that hard to believe.

• Lincoln (to Veronica): You have a new life now. I know that. But if what we had before meant anything to you, you’d find out the truth.
  Veronica (tears in her eyes): Maybe all this is the truth. Maybe they got it right.

• Lincoln: Now’s not the time to be trusting a black inmate, Michael.
  Michael: Our relationship transcends race.
  Lincoln: Nothing transcends race in here.

• T-Bag (to Michael): You come around these bleachers again, it’s gonna be more than just words we’re exchangin’. Know what I’m saying?

• Leticia: They killed him. ‘Cause he knew things. Things they didn’t want to get out.
  Veronica: Like what?
  Leticia Like who was really behind that hit that night. Wasn’t Crab, that’s for damn sure. And it sure as hell wasn’t Lincoln! Neither them boys knew what they were gettin’ into. They were just pawns in a big game.

• Westmoreland: Bigger things to worry about at the moment. I’ve been in here long enough to know it when I see it - the calm before the storm. Whites and blacks will be going at each other real soon here. Everybody chooses sides and a lot of guys bleed.
  Michael: There a reason?
  Westmoreland: Same reason you don’t put cats and dogs in the same cage - they don’t get along.

• Lincoln: It can’t be done, Michael. No one’s ever broken out of Fox River.
  Michael: Every single step’s already been mapped out. Every contingency.
  Lincoln: Every contingency? You may have the blueprints to this place but there’s one thing those plans can’t show you - people. Guys like Abruzzi. You so much as look at these cats the wrong way, they’ll cut you up.
  Michael: Far as the rest of these guys are concerned, I’m just another con, doin’ his time. Stayin’ out of trouble.
  Lincoln: You don’t go lookin’ for trouble in here, it just finds you!
  Michael: And when it does we’ll be long gone.

• Michael: As long as I get that PUGNAc I’ll get all the access I need.
  Lincoln: What the hell is a PUGNAc?
  Michael: It lowers my insulin level to the point that I’m hypoglycemic.

• T-Bag: Maybe you’re one of them milk chickens, all confused-like? White on the outside, black as tar on the inside.

• Officer Bellick: You’re the old man’s back pocket, are you? I got news for you fish, he may run this place during the day, but I run it during the night.

• Inmate: You best speak with respect, fish. Man kidnapped half a dozen boys and girls down in ‘bama, raped and killed ‘em. Wasn’t always in that order either.
  Michael: Does this T-Bag have a name?
  T-Bag (walks up): That is my real name. (Michael gets up.)
  No, no, no please, sit. So you’re the one I’ve been hearing all the rave reviews about. Scofield! One things for sure, you just as pretty as advertised. Prettier even.

• Westmoreland (while playing a game of Checkers): You’re anticipating every one of my moves three moves in advance. You’re a helluva strategist fish.
  Michael: You ever think about Boston?
  Westmoreland: Sure.
  Michael: Think you’ll ever see it again?
  Westmoreland: I’m a sixty year old man with sixty years still left on my ticket. What do you think?
  Michael: I’m thinking of going.
  Westmoreland: Well there’s going, and then there’s going. Which one do you mean?
  Michael: The one you think I mean.

• Michael: This is not a game, Theodore. You need to tell me who you’ve been talking to.
  T-Bag slaps Michael
  T-Bag: I don’t need to do a damn thing. That’s the benefit of being the man with the gun.

• General: (to Wyatt) I shouldn’t have to remind you, killing a federal agent is a complicated job, even in our line of work.

• Gretchen: (to T-Bag) If I didn’t think you were valuable, you’d be dead.

• Gretchen: (to T-Bag) I am going to get Scylla, and it will either by with you, or through you.

• T-Bag: (to Michael) You and me and a dark hole, feels like old times, eh, pretty?

• General: (to Self) Tell me, Donald, how did you play this moment out in your head? Did you picture yourself, chest out, jaw squared, ready to demand answers? Did you, at any time in your fantasy, imagine you would be this nervous?

• Mahone: T-Bag’s a psychopath, but he’s a psychopath with a plan. He obviously needs something from Michael, and as long as Michael doesn’t give it to him, he’ll keep breathing.

• Lincoln: We’re going to Vegas.
  Roland: Aw, yeah! I call shotgun!

• T-Bag: Scylla! How about that? Does that ring a bell?
  Gretchen: What do you know about Scylla?

• Michael: (to T-Bag) You’ve got the gun pointed at the one person who can help you. So why don’t you stop wasting my time?

• Michael: Hey, um…promise me something, will you?
  Sara: Yeah.
  Michael: Can you get me Carrot Top’s autograph? Cause I just think that would make this whole thing worthwhile.
  Sara: (laughs) Be safe.

• Self: I’ve been a part of hundreds of operations during my career and I’ll tell you one thing: I’ve never been on the top of someone else’s hit list.
  Mahone: What are you talking about?
  Self: What am I talking about? If this Company hit man Wyatt can find me once, it’s only a matter of time until he creeps up in the back of my rearview mirror again.
  Mahone: That’s not true. ‘Cause you’ll never see him coming at all if he’s coming after you.
  Self: Yeah. That’s comforting.

• Mahone: I’ve tracked down rapists, killers, even former military, but a structural engineer from Illinois was able to get to me. Wanna know how?
  Self: Yeah, I wanna know.
  Mahone: He stopped running. He got aggressive. He took the game to me. That’s your play. That’s your only play.

• T-Bag: The last time a pretty little filly like yourself knocked me senseless and tied me to a chair, I had to pay for it.
  Gretchen: You still might.

• Wyatt: My fee just doubled, by the way.

• Lincoln (about Kellerman): What if the reason this guy’s helping us, is to get whatever information Sara has?

• Lincoln: They’ve buried it. Dumped it off the front page and buried it.
  Kellerman: It’s what they do.
  Michael: They can spin it all they want. It’s out there now. Give it time. The tape is going to work.

• Lincoln (on video): My name’s Lincoln Burrows, and I’m innocent. I escaped from Fox River Penitentiary because I was sentenced to death for a crime I did not commit. I did not murder Terrance Steadman. He committed suicide last night in the Cutback Motel thirty miles outside of his home in Blackfoot, Montana.
  Michael: He killed himself out of fear. Fear of the people who have been hiding him for the past three years. The same people who want my brother dead. They don’t want you to know who they are, but know this: They’ve stolen billions of dollars and murdered dozens of people, and yet they plaster our faces on the news and tell you to be afraid.
  Lincoln: They are a group of multi-nationals, corporate interests. Together they are known as ‘The Company’
  Michael: They are working with the highest levels of government including the President of the United States. All told they’ve stolen billions of dollars and murdered dozens of innocent people….and they offer it with impunity. Under the cover of the Secret Service, the very people meant to protect and serve.

• News Anchor: It’s breaking news out of Cutback, Montana. Lincoln Burrows and Michael Scofield, two of the prisoners who broke out of Fox River State Penitentiary in Illinois have continued to elude the authorities, leaving a trail of crime in their wake, and today they left behind something else.
  (cuts to a video of Lincoln)
  Lincoln: My name is Lincoln Burrows and I’m innocent.

• (on phone)
  President Reynolds: Hello, Paul.
  Kellerman: Madame President. It’s been a while.
  President Reynolds : I know. I’m calling to apologize.
  Kellerman: Okay.
  President Reynolds : I’m so sorry. It all just got away from me, and I ended up hurting the one person who’s always been at my side. I want you to come home, Paul. We can fix this together. But not with those brothers running around the country tearing down the very office you helped me build.
  Kellerman: Caroline…
  President Reynolds: I want to make it up to you. Please bring them in, Paul, and everything can go back to the way it was. I have to go now. I’ll see you soon.

• Michael (answering phone): This is Mr. Crane.
  Sara: It sounded better than ‘origami’.
  Michael: Even if you got the message, I wasn’t sure you’d respond.
  Sara: I - I couldn’t get to you in time. This is the only thing I could think of.
  Michael: I swore I’d leave you alone. But I had to contact you.
  Sara: Because I have something?
  Michael: How’d you know?
  Sara: Michael, back in Gila, I was coming back to you. Somebody…grabbed me, and they, um…they told me that my father had given me something.
  Michael: Did someone hurt you?
  Sara: I - I got away. Uh… (sighs) Michael, I want for this to be over.
  Michael:(Nods his head) That makes two of us.
  Sara: Do you think that’s possible?
  Michael: With your help, yes. It’s just a question of looking at whatever it is your father gave you.
  Sara: It’s just…it’s just a key.
  Michael: Well, we’ll figure it out. Together.
  Sara (sighs): I like the sound of that.
  Michael: Me too.

• Lincoln: It’s getting late.
  Michael: I know.
  Lincoln: She’s not here.
  Michael: I know that too. There is a chance she didn’t get the message.
  Lincoln: Or maybe she’s just sick of all this. I mean, the girl bailed on you back in Gila. What makes you think she’s gonna come runnin’ back now?
  Michael: The same thing that’s been keeping us going for the last three months: faith.

• Mahone (about the video): This isn’t about Terrance Steadman and it’s not about their innocence.
  Lang: What do you mean?
  Mahone: They’re not going after the President. They’re going after the doctor.

• Agent: We think it’s Morse code.
  Mahone: For what?
  Agent: Right now, we got a phrase, “The water is warm”. Any idea what that might mean?
  Flashback to Michael, Lincoln, and Kellerman talking
  Lincoln: What the hell does that mean?
  Michael: Nothing. It’ll take the feds a while to figure that out.

• Kellerman: If you say it that way it plays too earnest.
  Lincoln: Course it will, it’s the truth.
  Kellerman: Okay, but the truth sends them home to their wife and kids. Lies will keep them busy.
  Lincoln: I’m not telling a lie to the whole country. It’s our one chance to say it how -
  Kellerman: Say whatever the hell you want. Tell them you’re the Green Lantern. But I know how they break down these tapes. I’ve done it. Every detail matters. Bin Laden crosses his legs right over left, tells us something completely different than left over right.
  Michael: It’s not the same message.
  Kellerman: To them, it is. If you want this plan to work, whatever you say with your mouths, you need to be saying something different with your bodies and your eyes.

• Mahone: Do you have a problem with the way that I do things?
  Wheeler: ….yeah. I’m not the only one.
  Mahone: Is that right?
  Wheeler: Internal Affairs has asked me to run all your moves through them from here on out.
  Mahone: Then get a pen, and make sure you get this word for word: the President’s day does not change. The only lead we have is that we know where these men are headed. So we’re gonna keep quiet about this. And let ‘em come. Now get out of my office. (Wheeler leaves)
  Lang: They’re two of the most recognizable faces in America. How do they think they’re gonna get anywhere near the President?
  Mahone: Because it’s not just the two of them anymore.

• Michael (about Sara): Getting to her is the easy part. It’s what we do after that’s the problem.

• Bellick (to Katie): Just listen, please. One more night. Just let me stay here one more night. I know you can do that…and when you go home, just leave that door open for me…

• Kim (watching Lincoln and Michael’s video): Damage control, immediately. Before this hits page one.
  Agent: It’s already airing, sir…
  Kim (screaming): Start a wildfire in Florida! Find a…a storage unit full of Arabs! I do NOT care! As long as it’s not about Lincoln Burrows!

• Lincoln: We should get rid of Kellerman, too. We don’t need him.
  Michael: Actually, we do. We still have assets. It’s just a question of how we use them.

• Kellerman (to the hostage): I’ll make you a deal: you don’t move a muscle, I won’t blow your head off.

• Lincoln: So what’s your plan, leave the body, walk out the front door?
  Michael: Yes. That’s exactly what we’re gonna do.

• Kellerman: Next time you decide to hold a press conference, do it from a room with a back door.

• Mahone: They’re going after the President.

• Lincoln (pointing to Terrance Steadman): What about him?
  Kellerman: What about him, he’s useless.
  Lincoln: A dead body, we got fingerprints everywhere.
  Kellerman: Are you worried someone’s going to pin a murder on you?

• Kellerman(on the phone): Caroline, I’ve been doing this for fifteen years, and it’s never been about anything other than you and your family, and most importantly, this country. Now, I need to know who I’m working for here.
  President Reynolds: You are working for me.
  Kellerman: Promise me that.
  President Reynolds: I promise you, Paul. I gotta go now.

• Pope: Michael, I want you to be absolutely honest with me. Dr.Tancredi found this embedded in your flesh when she was treating you. Apparently it comes from a guard uniform. Have you been assaulted by an officer?(Michael looks away) Michael, Michael. I need an answer. This is not about sticking to the inmates’ code anymore, this is about officer misconduct, that’s my responsibility. You wouldn’t want to see me lose my job now, would you?
  Michael: No, of course not, you’ve been very good to me, and my brother.

• LJ (to Veronica): Can I ask you a question? Do you really think that you’re going to get to the bottom of this, that they’ll let you go to the bottom of this. These guys don’t exist. You go after them with the law and they’ll just use it against you.
  Veronica: But we’re doing the best we can, okay.
  Nick: Law’s the only way we’re going to bring them to justice, LJ.
  LJ: They gunned my mother down, man, you think I give a damn about justice? I want them. I want to do to them what they did to me.

• Michael: Linc, we’re in a lot of trouble now.
  Lincoln: What happened?
  Michael: Pope asked some questions that I couldn’t answer.
  Lincoln: About what?
  Michael: He’s got proof I was where I wasn’t supposed to be. He doesn’t know it, but, sooner or later, he’s going to put the whole thing together. There’s no way out of this.

• Bellick: Scofield. What’s the nine-one-one.
  Tweener: It’s four-one-one. And I don’t know.

• T-Bag (about Annie the Tranny): I may be social, but that’s a line even I won’t cross.

• Pope: I need to know where you got that burn, right now. Otherwise, your ass is going to solitary, you understand? Your choice.

• Kellerman/Owen Kravecki (answering machine): Hi, you’ve reached Owen Kravecki, I can’t come to the phone right now. Leave a message and I’ll return your call. Thanks, Have a great day.

• Veronica: What about Quinn? Are we just gonna leave him here?
  Nick: You mean the guy who shot me in the back? Yeah, we’re just gonna leave him here.

• Sucre: Michael’s in the SHU.
  C-Note: Oh God, the hits just keep coming!

• Westmoreland: Got another badge…
  Michael: What is this, happy hour?

• Sara: I uh… I’ve had some bad luck when it comes to relationships.
  Katie: Ya had bad luck or ya had bad boys?
  Sara: I think I managed to have a little of both. Hey, ok, you’re right, I don’t tend to go for the nice guys. I like the ones with the deep-seeded emotional issues I can internalize and make my own.
  Katie: Umhum, like Scofield?
  Sara: Nope, not like Scofield.
  Katie: Don’t lie to me. Every time he comes in for his shot, you spend 20 minutes rollin’ up his sleeve.
  Sara: All right, you know what, I think he’s interesting. And, I think he’s attractive. But he’s still an inmate. I can promise you one thing, and that’s that you will never see anything happen between me and an inmate.

• Sucre: What are you doing?
  Michael: I’m trying to remember those blueprints. What we lost to the burn. Without them we’ll never be able to navigate those pipes beneath psych ward.
  Sucre: Any luck?
  Michael: No. I spent a lot of time studying those blueprints. Tracing them night after night. Considering every possible route to the infirmary. It’s like trying to take a test you studied for 10 years ago.

• Westmoreland: Last thing we wanna do now is panic, fellas.
  T-Bag: Oh, it’s panic time old head. We got a unfinished hole in that room over there Scofield’s supposed to fill tonight. Come tomorrow 8 AM, they rip up that carpet, our game is over.
  Westmoreland: Unless someone else fills it. (they all look at Sucre)
  Sucre: Uhh, I…
  C-Note: Sorry papi, you’re the only one with the toilet open to the outside world.
  Sucre: You’re saying I go out there by myself tonight?
  C-Note: That’s exactly what we’re sayin’.
  Sucre: Are you kidding? That’s impossible!
  C-Note: Look, I don’t wanna hear “impossible” from you right now! I got people waitin’ on me, people that I’m gonna lose unless you man up and get some cajones, comprende?
  Sucre: That’s easy for you to say, pendejo. It ain’t your ass on the line.
  C-Note: All of our asses are on the line. And you’re the only cat that can do somethin’ about it.

• T-Bag: We got a real problem on our hands, don’t we? Rug monkeys gonna come in here, tear up that carpet an’ that hole’s gonna be smilin’ up at them!
  Michael: Then we’ll have to fill it in.
  C-Note: Man, we just dug that bitch.
  Michael: All we need is a piece of plywood and a couple inches of that fast setting concrete on top of it. The carpet guys will never know there’s anything beneath it. On the night we break out, we’ll just smash through with a sledgehammer.

• C-Note: So how ’bout it Fish, when we rollin’ out?
  Michael: One hiccup left, but I’m working on it.
  C-Note: Yeah? And what’s that?
  Michael: Our roadmap’s a little incomplete at the moment.

• Pope: What about Scofield?
  Sara: The burn on his back is fairly serious.
  Pope: Seems to be recovering.
  Sara: At first I assumed he was being assaulted by another inmate but I found this embedded in the skin of his back. (hands Pope a small piece of blue fabric in a plastic bag)
  Pope: What’s this?
  Sara: It’s fabric. Came from a guard’s uniform.

• T-Bag: Sister, your bloomers are showing.
  Annie the Tranny: They aren’t showing, baby, they’re flying!

• Avocado (referring to Tweener): Look it… she’s just a baby.

• Avocado: You prob’ly don’t have a hair on your body, do ya?
  Tweener: Just back yer punk ass up.

• Michael: Hello, roomie. You were right about my tattoo. It is a path, just like you thought. And I need you to remember what you saw, Haywire. I need you to remember what it looked like. Do you think you can do that for me?
  Haywire: Who are you?

• Tweener: Come on man I just need some time.
  Bellick: You had your time, you’re a waste of my fries.

• Lincoln (talking to Michael): You’re thinking about the wrong thing. You need to be thinking about how to get out of here.

• Michael: I put my blood into this. (starts punching the wall frantically)

• (Michael is being dragged by two guards into the solitary room)
  Michael: No! Don’t do this!!
  Lincoln (hears Michael): Michael! Michael!

• (after the whole crew just dumped their dirty paint brushes in Tweener’s bucket for him to clean)
  Tweener: A’ight, sorry I busted up the party, yo.

• Veronica: I thought maybe they’d gotten to you.
  Leticia: Oh yeah? And why do you care so much about my well being all of a sudden?
  Veronica: I don’t.
  Leticia: Finally, an honest answer.

• Bellick: Open on forty! Scofield. Found you a new celly. As luck would have it, I found him in the psych ward. You were the only guy with an empty tray so…
  Michael: Psych ward?
  Bellick: You got a problem with that? Because if you do, please feel free to drop it in my suggestion box here. (He taps the toilet) Haywire, get in here! Close it up on forty! (The gate closes) Oh and Scofield? Just a heads up. Don’t make eye contact with him.

• LJ: So. Here we are.
  Lincoln: Yeah. How ya been?
  LJ (Laughing): Oh you know, in trouble.
  Lincoln: How’s your mom?
  LJ: She’s good.
  Lincoln: Hey um, I’ve been talking to the chaplain and they’d like me to cite who I should uh… have at the uh… I guess what I’m trying to say is, when you get to the end, you start to realize what’s important to you. You know, who really matters to you. And uh, you know, that leaves you and Mike. You’re the only blood I got left in this… this world.
  LJ: You know, I, I gotta say I’m not really following what you’re saying.
  Lincoln: Well uh. In the end, the only thing that matters is love. Blood, family, you.Um. (He puts his hand to the grate at the top of the cage.) Give me your hand.
  LJ: What are you doing?
  Lincoln: Give me your hand. Give me your hand… (LJ places his hand against his father’s) I want you to be there when… I want you to be there the day before I die. So I can see you. So I can hold you. I uh, I love you. I’ve always loved you.
  LJ: This whole thing, um, I don’t know if I can take it.
  Lincoln: Me neither. I don’t have a choice. You do.

• Abruzzi: Tell me what you need from me.
  Michael: A trade. You get me a plane, I’ll get you Fibonacci.
  Abruzzi: What do you need a plane for?
  Michael: I think you know.
  Abruzzi: I help you, I’m in. You know that, don’t you?
  Michael: I do.
  Abruzzi: I just gotta know the exact date and time.
  Michael: I’ll tell you soon enough.
  Abruzzi: Soon enough ain’t gonna cut it. I need to be outside these walls before Fibonacci testifies.
  Michael: You will be.
  Abruzzi: He testifies in one month.
  Michael: Then we’ll be out in plenty of time.
  Abruzzi: If not, you’re a corpse. So you’d better cut the crap and tell me the exact date and time so I can start making the arrangements.
  Michael: I don’t know if I can trust you with that information yet.
  Abruzzi: Why not?
  Michael: Like I said, John, you’re a mercurial man.

• Abruzzi: Got an issue with our little friend over there?
  T-Bag:: I don’t gotta come to you. You don’t give the green light.
  Abruzzi: Everything in here runs through me, you know that.
  T-Bag:: Maytag’s in the ground because of that piece of detritus.
  Abruzzi: So now you want him.
  T-Bag:: Every day, for the rest of his bid.
  Abruzzi: Seems you and I have something in common, then.

• Veronica (expecting Leticia): Have a good smoke?
  Kellerman: I don’t smoke.

• Lincoln: Bellick.
  Bellick: Hey, what’s up, Lincoln?
  Lincoln: I want some extra time outside for the next couple weeks.
  Bellick (Laughing): Paint fumes from PI must be getting to you.
  Lincoln: Cell phone’s allowed in here? (He stands up and Bellick takes off his hat)
  Bellick: Who?
  Lincoln: Extra time outside. Couple cigarettes?
  Bellick: Half hour, one week, one cigarette. (Lincoln nods and walks to his cell)
  Lincoln: Know a con named Sucre?

• Pope: Why didn’t you include any names?
  Lincoln: Why would I want anyone to watch me die?
  Pope: I’ve seen it happen a number of ways. Some people want to go it alone, others have grandiose statements that they want to make, but most want some member of their family there before they leave this world.
  Lincoln: I’ll do it alone.
  Pope: Son, in my opinion, all inmates who have made that choice have deeply regretted it in their final minutes. I’ll uh, leave it blank for now. You have less than four weeks now. You should give it some thought.

• Sara: What happened?
  Michael (Breathing in deeply): Oh, nothing.
  Sara: This isn’t nothing Michael. I need you to tell me what happened.
  Michael: Don’t make me lie to you… Please.

• Sara: I think you’d better have an instant Investigation.
  Bellick: Oh, there’s no need. We know what happened.
  Sara: Uh, perhaps you’d be good enough to enlighten me?
  Bellick: Ah, well there was a bit of gardening shears left on the floor of the shed, evidently he stepped on them.
  Sara: But they went straight through his boot huh?
  Bellick: Yeah.
  Sara: So, why wasn’t the boot still on his foot?
  Bellick: Like I said doc. We got it taken care of.(He turns to the other guards) Lets go.

• Sucre (catching Michael hiding a bar of soap disguised as a cell phone): Tell me that ain’t what I think it is.
  Michael: It ain’t what you think it is.

• Bellick: I thought you said you were just gonna have a conversation with him.
  Abruzzi (holding Michael’s severed toes): Yeah, I did. Things, uh…escalated.

• Abruzzi (after elbowing T-Bag in the face): Ah, he talks too much.

• Michael: What’s your problem?
  Haywire: I got a neuroanatomic lesion affecting my reticular activating system.
  Michael: What does that mean?
  Haywire: It means I don’t sleep. At all.

• Michael: You’re a mercurial man, John.
  Abruzzi: I prefer bold.

• Abruzzi’s Cellmate: I say we take his whole foot.
  Abruzzi: We could cut off all his limbs. He still wouldn’t talk. Pain is not the answer here. Maybe the Beatles were right after all - maybe all you need is love.

• Lincoln: How far behind are we?
  Michael: Three days.
  Lincoln: I thought you said the margin of error was zero days.
  Michael: I did.

• Michael: What are you doing?
  Sucre: What’s it look like I’m doing? I’m rolling it up.
  Michael: You can’t do this!
  Sucre: I’m done playin’ your reindeer games, fish. I’m gonna transfer to a nice, quiet cell with a normal cellie. One that doesn’t screw my entire life up.

• Veronica: (Michael limps out to meet her in the visitation room) They’ve gotten to you haven’t they? The other prisoners. My God Michael, this place is gonna kill you.

• Lincoln (finding out what Abruzzi did to Michael): I’m gonna kill that scum!
  Michael: You won’t. You kill him, you kill our express ticket out of here.

• Sara: If you want I could recommend you be sent to ad-seg.
  Michael: With the rape victims and the snitches.
  Sara: It would keep you safe.
  Michael: Thanks. But I think I’d like to face the monsters on my own.

• Sara: Michael, you understand by law I’m obligated to file a report if I feel there’s been prisoner misconduct. There’s no way this injury happened by stepping on a blade in a garden shed.
  Michael: If you file a report things could get a lot worse for me.
  Sara: They’re not already?
  Michael: Not compared to what they could be. I’ve made some enemies.
  Sara: Yeah. You scared? (Michael glares at her) (mutters) Men.

• Michael: You said you talked to a woman. What was her name?
  Veronica: Leticia.
  Michael: Leticia Barris.
  Veronica: How’d you know?
  Michael: A year ago I was doing exactly what you’re doing. Tryin’ to find out the truth. It’s a bottomless pit, Veronica. They designed it that way, so by the time you got to the bottom of it Lincoln would be dead.

• Sucre: (to Michael) Soap? I lost my conjugals… over soap.

• Michael: Preparation will only take you so far. After that you gotta take a few leaps of faith.

• Dr. Tancredi: Here’s what I think. I think you are scared and you wouldn’t be human if you weren’t scared in a place like this.
  Michael: When I was young, I couldn’t sleep at night because I thought there was a monster in the closet. But my brother told me there wasn’t anything in the closet but fear. And fear wasn’t real. He said it wasn’t made of anything just…air. Not even that. He said you just have to face it. You just have to open that closet and the monster would disappear.
  Dr. Tancredi: Brother sounds like a smart man.
  Michael: He is. In here though, you face your fear, you open that door and there’s a hundred more doors behind it. And the monsters that are hiding behind them are all real.

• Sucre: Are you crazy? You think I wanna break out of here? Sixteen months from now I’m out the gate. I’m getting married, Papi, and I sure as hell not doin’ it with no posse on my ass. Man I oughta beat you six ways till Sunday. I lost my conjugals pendejo, because of your little bar of soap.
  Michael: I had to test you. See if you could keep a secret.
  Sucre: You want a secret, well I got a secret for you, fish. You dig in my cell when I’m there and I’m gonna split your wig. Tu me estas entendiendo? (Walks off.)
  Lincoln: That went well.

• Michael: Lincoln, we have a problem.

• Michael (on the phone with Channel 11 news): This is Michael Scofield, I’m at the Cutback Motel room 11 and I wanna turn myself in.
• Michael: We’ll stroll right into the lion’s den and pray we don’t get mauled?
  Kellerman: I don’t think they’re going to come to Montana, Scofield, so we’re going to them.

• Michael: Who are you?
  Kellerman: I used to work for the president.

• Agent Blondie (to Mahone): You think you can just quit? Like you work at a post office?

• Mahone: Kim and Kellerman can try to kill each other all day long, but I’m out.

• Michael: If we get a camera, we can take a picture of him holding a current newspaper. If we put that online, will that prove he’s still alive?
  Kellerman: It’ll prove we found a guy that kinda looks like the president’s brother.
  Michael: Fingerprints, dental records…
  Kellerman: We whitewashed them. We pulled his teeth, burned off his fingerprints.
  Michael: DNA.
  Kellerman: To compare against the homeless guy we killed and put in Steadman’s car. But we destroyed all exterior DNA samples so that there’d be nothing to compare them to.
  Michael: There’s gotta be someone somewhere who can identify this man.
  Kellerman: Which is why we did the surgery. Cheekbones raised two centimeters, ears lowered a quarter of an inch. Not so much that someone who knew him wouldn’t recognize him, but enough that any forensic comparison of a photograph of that man would conclude that he is a look-alike, a hoax. Trust me - we are very good at what we do.

• T-Bag (looking through one of Susan’s photo albums with missing pictures): If memory serves, I was at Story Time Village that day, too. And I’m not in any of these pictures? ‘Could’ve sworn…I’m just teasin’, baby. Every woman has burned the photographs of her paramour only to later realize her love burns even harder than the flames she used.

• Steadman: I was supposed to have my life back by now! Playing golf, going to movies, seeing people. But because you guys can’t get a handle on an engineer and a petty crook, I’ve been a ship in a bottle for three years.

• Kellerman (pointing a gun at Steadman who’s pointing a gun at everyone else): Terrence all we need is your mouth, I will shoot out both of your knees right now.
  Steadman: I never liked you Paul. I won’t hesitate to take your life.

• Kellerman (to Michael): You’re going to have to keep your brother in check.
  Michael: You don’t know him.
  Kellerman: Then get my gun from him, we don’t have time for this.
  Michael: You still think you’re running the show. Don’t you?
  Kellerman: You still think I’m not?

• Lincoln (pinning Steadman against the wall and point a gun at him): You stood there and watched them kill Veronica.
  Kellerman: Burrows!
  Lincoln (to Steadman): You did nothing. She died because of you!

• Kellerman (to the cop that pulled him over): Sergeant, ah Humphreys, Burrows and Scofield have been on the loose for less than 10 minutes. That means that at this stage every second is critical so if you detain me for one moment more I will have all of your jobs. Do you understand me?

• Terrance: Please, just let me go.
  Michael: Terrance, you made every man in this room a prisoner, including yourself. It is time to set us free.

• (Kellerman places phone on the dashboard)
  Michael: You leave that on, they’ll trace it…
  Kellerman (laughs): Yeah, uh, Secret Service, it’s untraceable, but thanks.

• Kellerman: We have to go!
  Lincoln: Go where? We’ve got Steadman.
  Kellerman: No, we have nothing.
  Michael: All we got is a John Doe.

• Lincoln (referring to Steadman): So many people dead… and he gets to live.

• C.O. Stolte: Word is, Banks is gonna have you pulled out of your cell tonight.
  Bellick: Well, can’t you do nothing?
  C.O. Stolte: Yeah, I can warn you, which is what I’m doing.

• Lincoln (to Kellerman): The second I think this thing’s gone bad, you get a bullet in your head.
  Kellerman: I’d expect nothing less.

• Mahone: The guy you wanted to double cross screwed you first.
  Kim: Scofield and Burrows?
  Mahone: Are probably alive and on the run with Kellerman. Have a good day Kimmie.

• Michael: So this is the conspiracy, huh? Bunch of little boys in suits, running around trying to kill each other? It’s pathetic.
  Kellerman (to Michael): Well, you were a little more formidable than we anticipated.
  Lincoln: We don’t need compliments out of you jackass.
  Kellerman: Oh, yes, there it is, the winning Burrows personality.
  Lincoln: Shut your mouth and drive.
  Kellerman (interrupts Lincoln): The one we really knew would win over a jury, good work!

• T-Bag: There’s no reason for you to be scared, Suzie Q. Cause you see, I’ve forgiven you. And you, in turn, can forgive me for my indiscretions, which are so far in the past they’re nothing but specks in our respective rearviews. (He touches Susan’s face) It’s been such a long time. You look lovely.
  Susan (takes his hand): Okay, let’s go. Right now, we can go away, spend some time together…
  T-Bag: Susan I am not a victrola, so please don’t play me like one. There’s not a white man’s chance in Harlem you’d ever leave your children behind.

• Lincoln (grabs Steadman by his jacket): You look pretty good for a dead man.

• T-Bag (to Susan): When you came to Fox River and you spat at me like I was some kind of rabid animal, I was happy because such a visceral reaction could only come from a woman who still cares.

• Micheal: You said something about taking down the President. I assume you have a plan.
  Kellerman: I do.

• Kim: I’m looking for Alexander Mahone. I’m his direct supervisor.
  Officer Tuttle: Sorry to tell you this sir, but your boy’s been shot.

• Secret Service Agent: We nutured Kellerman. He doesn’t even exist now.
  Kim: He knows everything.

• Michael: How do you know where Steadman is?
  Kellerman: Because I arranged this whole thing.
  Lincoln: You arranged to set me up?
  Kellerman: That’s right.
  Lincoln: You arranged the killing of all the people I know?
  Kellerman: I was given orders, I executed those orders, and now I have a bull’s eye on my chest, just like you two.
  Lincoln: I don’t trust him.
  Kellerman: Hey, if I wanted you dead, you’d be dead. (he pulls out a gun) You guys wanna keep running, fine. You wanna be free, get in the car. Last time I’m gonna offer.

• Lincoln (holding Kellerman at gunpoint): Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t blow your brains out?
  Kellerman: Because I can give you the one thing that’s gonna set you free. I know where Terrence Steadman is.

• Michael (to Kellerman): Why are you helping us?
  Kellerman: Why am I helping you? Because the enemy of the enemy is my friend.

• L.J. (to his mother): You love that man?

• Abruzzi (to Sucre): You should never underestimate a wall. You see, sometimes, no matter how hard you try, it just won’t give in.

• Gov. Tancredi: Just cut the crap, Warden, and tell me where my daughter is!

• Warden Pope: That’s the governor. Whatever happens, don’t say anything.

• T-Bag: You making the rules now, ese?

• Lincoln: And the pedophile thinks he’s in!

• Sucre: The devil marks the wall so you know where to drill the holes.

• Sucre: It’s my house… Is there a problem?
  T-Bag: Yeah, there is.

• Lincoln (while in the room full of fog): Scofield’s in here?

• Sara: Why are you here?
  Michael: What do you mean?
  Sara: Crawling around in the ceiling, risking your life. Michael: You needed help, and uhh…I came to find you.

• Michael: We can’t go this way.
  Sara: We have to, there’s no other way to visitation. This is it. Michael: No it’s not. It’s back this way.
  Sara: This won’t help.
  Michael: Trust me.
  Sara: Michael, if you’re wrong…!
  Michael: We don’t have time!

• Governor: Sara! Sara!
  Sara: Dad? (crying)
  Governor: Sara! Are you alright? Are you okay? I told you, I told you when you took this job I knew something like this was gonna happen. Didn’t I? I knew something like this was gonna happen!
  Sara (crying and laughing): God dad, how about ‘I’m happy to see you alive’?
  Governor: Oh sweetheart, I just want you to see what you’re doing to yourself. I mean, there is nobody that is forcing you to be here.
  Sara: I know. Thanks dad.

• Pope: Bellick…
  Bellick: She’s walking, that’s a good sign.
  Pope: Good observation. Maybe you’d like to share that with the governor.
  Bellick: I was tense, I was just tr…
  Pope: Next time you bad mouth me to one of my superiors there are gonna be serious consequences! Do I make myself clear, Captain?!
  Bellick: Yes sir.
  Pope: Good…

• (pay phone rings)
  Veronica: Hello?
  Man’s Voice: Veronica.
  Veronica: Who, who is this?
  Man’s Voice: That’s a problem, Veronica. You ask too many questions. Now I have one for you. Is Lincoln Burrows really worth it?
  Nick: Here, give me the phone. Who is this?
  Man’s Voice: Nick Savrinn. I just wanna let you know…as of now, both of you are dead.

• Sara: Wait, I can’t leave you here!
  Michael: You don’t have a choice. I’m one of the bad guys, remember?

• Michael: You have to go.
  Sara: I can’t. They’ll kill you!

• Michael: Ever been to Baja? Mexico? There’s this great place down there - 20 bucks a night, hammock on the back porch, beers are 50 cents. 25 cents at happy hour. (Sara laughs). You ever been to Thailand? Thailand’s great…
  Sara: Michael if you’re trying to calm me down you’re doing a terrible job.
  Michael ( laughs): But I am trying.

• Sara: What’s happening in A Wing?
  Michael: All hell’s breaking loose. But I think if we stay up here we should be ok.
  Sara: I can’t believe this is happening.

• Sucre: I got a question for you, fish. What if we do all this work and the pipe is ten feet that way?
  Michael: It won’t be.
  Sucre: You got X-ray vision?

• C.O Bob (to Sucre): Wait… don’t leave.
  Sucre: Sorry, i’ll be back.
  T-Bag: Don’t worry, i’ll cover for ya…
  (T-Bag put the blanket while Sucre leaves)
  T-Bag: Don’t worry C.O, all right? I’m not gonna hurt nobody… I’m part of the team now. (winks his eye to Sucre)

• Abruzzi: Give me that thing! Demolition runs in the family…

• Abruzzi: You’re drilling holes with an eggbeater?
  Sucre: I know. Crazy, huh? It’s called the “Hooker Law.” It says that if you poke exact right holes in something big and strong, it gets very weak.
  Abruzzi: That’s true.
  Sucre: When the wall is weak, we can take it down. At least that’s the plan.
  Abruzzi: Yeah, that’s always the plan.

• (After T-Bag kills the rookie guard)
  T-Bag: One for the team.

• (Michael has a red dot on his head)
  Sara: Michael!
  Michael: What?

• Michael: (hands Scylla to Self) So if you drop this, does that mean we all go back to prison?

• T-Bag: There’s no way this is going to end well. We should get out of here.
  Gretchen: Don’t you think it’s worth it to wait ten minutes for one hundred and twenty five million? Suck it up!

• Sara: (to Lisa) I don’t know what it looks like up in your ivory tower, but down on the ground, men and women are dying and lives are being ruined. So I’m prepared to do anything in order to stop you people.

• Mahone: (to the General) The desperation in your voice, you hear it?

• Lincoln: Remember what I said to you the first day that we got here?
  Mahone: You said when this was over, we were going to settle up.
  Lincoln: We’re settled.

• General: Whatever you want, I can provide.
  Michael: What I want is to see the Company burn to the ground and you in prison. It’s what we all want.
  General: That’ll never happen.

• Gretchen: (draws her weapon and points it at T-Bag) They can identify you, Cole. You’re the only thing linking me to that crime scene. But hey, it was nice working with you.

• Lincoln: Guess right now you were wishing you framed someone else, huh, General?

• Self: I should be thanking you. Because of what you’ve done, lives are going to be changed forever.

• General: (to Linocln) You shoot me and then what? You jump out the window of my 19th-floor office?

• Mahone: (to the General) Is that the desk you were sitting at when you told Wyatt to kill my son?
  Michael: Don’t worry, Alex. He won’t be giving any more orders after today.

• Michael: (to the General) One of two things is going to happen now: you’re going to let us go, or Lisa will die. Either one is fine with me.

• Gretchen: (to T-Bag) If you knew anything about tactics, you’d know that this is the high ground.

• Company Agent: Sir, what are your orders?
  General: (forlornly) I don’t know.

• Mahone: (to the General) You think you can just throw some cash at us? Forget everything, call it a day?

• Sucre: I can’t even remember being able to sit down at a restaurant or go to a ballgame or…It seems like I’ve been running forever.

• General: (to the brothers) There’s so much you don’t know: about the Company, about Scylla, about your dad, about your mother…

• General: Put away the gun; everything’s under control.

• General: How did you get all five cards?
  Michael: The frustration must be killing you.

• General: Want to know what your father really did for The Company? He was an executioner. He killed people who defected from The Company.

• Mahone: (to the General) How does it feel? Huh? Being forced to do something you don’t want to do, but knowing that if you don’t go through with it, someone you care about is gonna suffer, they are gonna pay…

• The General: The best minds in the world designed this security system and you almost beat it…Frustration must be killing you…You blew it.
  Michael: Actually, there is only one missing piece of the puzzle, and you just brought it to me.
  The General: I’m not sure what you are talking about.
  Michael: Your Scylla card… NOW!

• T-Bag: We are captives of our own identities, living in prisons of our own creations.

• Tweener: Best put on a jail face, BG. These crabs see you puckerin’, they’re gonna bitchify you in a heartbeat.

• T-Bag: You wouldn’t happen to be meddling in my affairs, would you Scofield? You can’t be that stupid, not when I’m so fully invested in your affairs.

• Kellerman: Looks like the bird in the hand just became three.

• T-Bag: Nothing like tail, eh Scofield?

• T-Bag: I’m just a friend.
  Tweener: A fruity friend. I don’t need none of that.
  T-Bag: Easy now.
  Tweener: No. You think you’re getting up in this, you got another thing coming.

• Becky the secretary: We’re gonna get caught.
  C.O. Patterson: By who?
  Becky: By the Warden.
  C.O. Patterson: Baby, right now, in this room, at this moment, I am the warden. Then say it.
  Becky: No, I’m not gonna say it.
  C.O. Patterson: Come on Becky, say it. Say it, Becky.
  Becky: You’re the Warden, Louis.

• Bellick (to Sucre): Hey, what do you think this is, siesta? See that? See my face up there? Any idea how it got there? Work ethic. Those two words mean anything in your country? You’re on P.I., so quit slow-working me.

• T-Bag (seeing Tweener and the other young inmates arriving at the prison): Fresh meat.

• Michael: I could have done something.
  Lincoln: No. T-Bag had his hooks in that kid, there was nothing you could have done.
  Michael: I could have told the Pope. He could have transferred the kid to ad-seg, he would have been safe.
  Lincoln: Go easy, Michael. You didn’t even know him.
  Michael: And that makes it ok? I turned my back on him because I didn’t want to make waves. It was just…easier to look the other way. Keep the plan safe.
  Lincoln: You did.
  Michael: But at what price? That’s not how she raised us. A man’s down, you give him your hand. She’d roll over in her grave if she knew what I’d become.
  Lincoln: She wouldn’t! You’ve given me your hand, Michael. My son’s out there with a bullseye on his back. Do whatever you gotta do to get us out of here. Please.

• T-Bag: Not a good position you find yourself in, is it? Whites don’t want ya, blacks don’t want ya, you’re just caught in the middle, aren’t ya? A regular Tweener. We’re different, you and me, lot of ways. But you know the funny thing is, we’re also a lot alike. A couple of dogs with runny noses that nobody loves.

• Sara: I, uh…uh, just wanted you to know that if you’re lookin’ for someone to talk to in here, you’re not alone. It’s part of my job to counsel inmates and help them with their problems.
  Michael: I think I have things pretty well figured out.
  Sara: I sort of backed into some information about you. I hope you don’t mind. But you have to understand that there’s a reason I became a doctor. It’s in my nature to want to help. From what I understand, it’s in your nature too.

• Lincoln: You gotta help me.
  Pope: You’re talking to the wrong man. This is a matter for the police.
  Lincoln: This is my son we’re talking about. For god’s sake, he’s missing! Do something!
  Pope: You have got to understand - I am the warden of a prison. When it comes to the law, there is absolutely nothing I can do. Whatever happens out there is out of my jurisdiction. Until it comes through those gates.
  Lincoln: It just did.

• Michael: You and I may be stuck together in this little dance, but I call the shots. First shot, that kid out there - you don’t touch him, ever. Do we understand each other?
  T-Bag: We do.

• Abruzzi: Bellick? Boss! Hey boss! What’s happening? What they doin’?
  Bellick: Fixin’ the break room.
  Abruzzi: What are you talkin’ about? That’s P.I.! I run it!
  Bellick: Not anymore you don’t.

• Sucre: Looks like I gotta find something else to call you now.
  Michael: Why’s that?
  Sucre: ‘Cause you ain’t a fish no more.

• Sara: What did you treat him for?
  Dr. Brighton: Well Michael suffered from a couple of things. One was a condition called low latent inhibition.
  Sara: Sorry, I’m not familiar with the term.
  Dr. Brighton: Well, people who suffer from low latent inhibition see every day things just like you or I do, like this lamp for instance. But where we just process the image of a lamp, they process everything. The stem, the bulb, the bolts, even the washers inside. Their brains are more open to incoming stimuli in the surrounding environment. Other people’s brains - yours and mine - shut out the same information. We have to do it, in order to keep our sanity. If someone with a low IQ has low latent inhibition, it almost always results in metal illness. But, if someone has a high IQ, it almost always results in creative genius.
  Sara: You think Michael’s a genius?
  Dr. Brighton: Well, I think that word’s been derogated in the media these days, but in the classic sense of the word, yes I do.
  Sara: You said there was something else you treated him for?
  Dr. Brighton: He came to me with absolutely no sense of self-worth. The loss of both parents very often does that to a child. But, with the low latent inhibition, something interesting happened to Michael. He became very attune to all the suffering around him. He couldn’t shut it out. He became a rescuer. One of those people who are more concerned with other people’s welfare than their own.
  Sara: I didn’t know all this about him.
  Dr. Brighton: Then maybe you don’t know Michael Scofield.
  Sara: Yeah…

• T-Bag: You’ll have to forgive my boy… he has the propensity to be a bit gregarious when he shouldn’t be.

• Tweener: Yo, mind if I hang with ya cuzzo?
  C-note: Roll, Snowflake.
  Tweener: Hey man I’m jus.. I’m just new you know, lookin for some homeys.
  C-note: I said roll.

• T-Bag (about Tweener): Boy’s a bit confused about his pigmentation, but he sure does have spunk.

• Michael (to T-Bag): If you want to sing, then sing.

• Veronica (in text message to LJ): Dump the phone, they’re tracking you. We’re in New Glarus.

• Michael: The man you’re talking about died the moment I stepped inside these walls.

• Mrs. Steadman: If we talked about who had motive to kill Terrence, we’d be here all day.
  Veronica: I’m sorry?
  Mrs. Steadman: Look around. Half the people in this place were shareholders in his company.

• Kellerman: (cocks pistol) Did you hear that? Did you hear it? Know what that means? Why don’t you ask your mom what that means? Oh, sorry, you might have trouble getting an answer out of her right about now.

• Lincoln: Are you alright?
  LJ: No. Nowhere near it.

• Sucre: You think he found the hole?

• Bellick: I checked my balance on line, it is looking seriously deficient.
  Abruzzi: It’s gotta be some kind of mistake, like an accounting error or something.
  Bellick: Yeah. Tell Falzone I don’t stand for “accounting errors.”

• Veronica: I don’t know who you are, Nick. You just magically show up like some knight in shining armor, ready to save the day.
  Nick: You know, I think you seem to be forgetting something here. I’m in the crosshairs same way you are, all for your ex-boyfriend who, unlike my father, is a scumbag criminal who just happens to be in prison for the one crime he didn’t commit.
  
  

• President Reynolds: (to Agent Kim) I am the Commander-in-Chief, and you are a corporate lackey.

• Agent Kim: (to the President) We know your secrets, too.

• Sucre: T-Bag’s in town.

• Bellick: God’s been smiling down on me, I can tell you that. First, I caught up to Haywire up in Algoma. He did a swan dive off a grain elevator before they could put him away, but I still get the reward.
  Sucre: Wait, wait, wait. He’s dead?
  Bellick: Yep, like a gnat on a Peterbilt. Hope you don’t take the same route, Sucre.
  Sucre: Oh, hell no, I got plenty reasons to live.
  Bellick: I hope a few of them are in Fox River.

• Sucre: What did you do to them? Where are they? Maricruz!
  Bellick: Hey, hey, hey, hey, keep your cap on. They’re out picking apples for the Snuffleupagus.
  Sucre: If you ever…
  Bellick: Calm down! They’re going to walk back in here any minute which means trouble. Now, unless you want to see me try out the new T-20Z on your bella muchacha, Mari-poon, I think you’d better come with me.

• (talking to Michael)
  Kim: There’s one difference between me and Agent Mahone. He doesn’t know the value of a bird in the hand. He just keeps beating and beating around that bush. But if you don’t give up Burrows, I don’t care. One down, one to go. (points a gun at Michael’s head)

• (to Sucre)
  Maricruz: Do you really believe that the money is at the airport? Hey, forget it.
  Look at what we have together. Do you really want to risk that? We have everything that we need.

• Agent Wheeler: C-Note, right?
  C-Note: Yeah. Whatever, man.
  Agent Wheeler: All I need you to do is tell me exactly what Agent Mahone told you. If you give me Mahone, I’ll give you your life back.

• Maricruz: How do you say cherries again?
  Sucre: Cereza.
  Maricruz: Looks like you have to get more cerezas.
  Sucre: Baby, I just got you 100 pistachios, with the right amount of salt, too.
  Maricruz: Well, it’s the combination. I need both.
  Sucre: Why am I a sucker for you, huh? (speaking spanish) Todo lo que tu me dices you voy y lo hago. Todo! No no olvidate, no si te digo tu…

• C-Note: Listen. I’m going to leave a message for him (Mahone). You tell him that I’ll do what he wants me to do, okay? I just need a little bit more time, but I’m doing it. Just don’t hurt them, you hear me? Don’t hurt them.

• C-Note: My family is in trouble. There’s a man out there that’s trying to hurt my family.

• (talking about Michael)
  Sara: He decided it was for the best, and I couldn’t take this anymore.
  Mahone: It’s over just like that, huh?
  Sara: Yeah.
  Mahone: It’s over like the time you flew to New Mexico on a dead woman’s ID to meet up with him? Or it’s over like the time that you met up and got back together at the train station in Evansville? Or maybe like today, when you checked into this hotel here two hours ago? Which one is it like, like that?
  Sara: I don’t honestly care if you believe me or not.
  Mahone: No plans to meet? No phone calls?
  Sara: I’m telling you the truth.
  Mahone: He’s not going to call you?! (Sara slams the phone on the coffee table) Don’t lie to me. You don’t want to do that.

• (talking about Michael and Lincoln)
  Mahone: When were they here, five minutes, ten minutes?
  Sara: They were never here.
  Mahone: No, no, no, they were here. I know they were here. Wh-Where did they go?
  Sara: I don’t know.
  Mahone: No, you do know.

• Mahone (on the floor): You don’t really wanna do this.
  Sara (pointing a gun at Mahone while leaving the room): You don’t know the first thing about what I want.

• Lincoln (answering phone): Yeah?
  Reynolds: Lincoln Burrows?
  Lincoln: Caroline Reynolds.
  Reynolds: I understand you have something for me. (silence) You still there?
  Lincoln: Oh, I’m here. It’s good to finally talk to you. Wish I had the chance one of those 242 nights I spent on death row, you -
  Reynolds: Please just play the tape.
  Lincoln holds his phone up to the computer
  Reynolds: It’s awful, I know. But the choice was clear, you needed to be far away from all of this.
  Steadman: I am. I’m the Isle of Terrence, far off to sea.
  Reynolds: But I’m still here for you. Now listen to me. Don’t dwell on the negative.
  Steadman: Some people deserve to dwell, Caroline.
  Reynolds: You know I’m only a phone call away.
  Steadman: Umhum. And 3000 miles. Do - do you know how cold it is here?
  Reynolds: We talked about this, Terrence. You knew that you would be lonely, but it’s only temporary. His appeals process has started already. This is gonna fly by quicker than your twenty’s. And soon the world will forget all about him. And they’ll forget about you too, I promise.
  Steadman: But… it’s killing me, not being able to see you. Sweet Caroline.
  Reynolds: I wanna see you too, but that can’t happen right now.
  Steadman: This house is so big, I just… I just think of you, lying in bed.
  Reynolds: I know. Me too.
  Steadman: Your warmth, your touch…
  Caroline hangs up the phone

• President Caroline Reynolds (talking about her brother, Terrence Steadman): Was it quick, when he killed himself?
  Michael: It was a lot quicker than how my father died. They shot him. In the back. He died in my arms.
  President Caroline Reynolds: I just wanna know what happened.
  Michael: Your brother apologized. He said he was sorry and then he blew his brains out all over the wall. It was quick and it was his decision (hardens his tone) and now it’s time for you to make yours.

• Sara: You know, it’s why I started.
  Mahone: Started what?
  Sara: Using. Same reason as you.
  Mahone: Why? Because you had to stay up all night during residency? (laughs) Because the bass player dumped you in front of the whole sorority? Yeah, you and I got a lot in common.
  Sara: I’ve seen people die too.
  Mahone: I’m assuming you didn’t make them die.
  Sara: You need help.
  Mahone: Not what I’m lookin’ for. (pulls out his gun) For your sake, I hope your boyfriend calls back real soon.

• Reynolds: The things you do for your brother. It’s impressive.
  Michael: I could say the same for you. (he spits on the floor) But I won’t.
  Reynolds: Bear in mind, your opinion means little to me. This tape, you have it with you?
  Michael: No. But I can arrange for you to hear it.
  Reynolds (laughs): You don’t make arrangements for me, Mr. Scofield. I have people for that. I’m not exactly sure what is on this tape, but I doubt it’s of any interest to me.
  Michael: It’s a recorded conversation between you and your brother.
  Reynolds: Well out of millions of conversations that I had with my brother during his lifetime -
  Michael: I’ll narrow it down for you. It was recorded sometime after his death. And this particular conversation you might wanna keep in the family.
  Reynolds (nervously): And where is it?
  Michael: Twenty different copies in twenty different locations. I can call my brother right now. He can play it for you.
  Reynolds: Not on the phone. Have him bring it here.
  Michael: These are the terms. You can hear it over the phone, or you can hear it on the news. It’s up to you.

• Kim: Madam President, could I…have a word? It wouldn’t be prudent, for me to leave you alone with Mr. Scofield -
  President Reynolds: My men are right outside this door. I have a right to privacy.
  Kim: Your rights aren’t my first concern.
  Reynolds (firmly): Do I need to remind you who you are talking to? Step outside and close the door behind you.

• Sara: You gotta know it’s not real hard for me to recognize a junkie. I - I…I’m saying, you don’t look so good.
  Mahone: I’m fine.
  Sara: You mind me asking what you’re taking?
  Mahone: Here, you want one?
  Sara: No, that’s okay -
  Mahone (throws Sara a pill; she catches it): Save it for later.
  Sara: Varatril. Benzodiazepine’s a hardcore tranquillizer, man. You take these everyday?
  Mahone: Twenty milligrams.
  Sara: You must feel like you’re walking under water.
  Mahone: I do. It’s very quite down here.
  Sara: That’s why you started, right? Peace and quiet? It’s not why you do it anymore though, is it? Now it’s the headaches, right? And you probably don’t sleep. And you know you’re gonna destroy yourself, right?
  Mahone: I hadn’t ruled that out as a possibility. Hope we hear from your boyfriend.

• Kim: I had the honor to attend Mount Fort Military Academy, whose mission it is to ensure the greatness of this country and its future leadership, by encouraging patriotism, building a strong moral foundation, and providing a service of men committed to the values of honor and freedom of the country. But, first and foremost, they taught you this. (He punches Michael in the face repeatedly).

• Kim: Where’s your brother?
  Michael: I need to see the president.
  Kim: Really? And you think that’s a possibility?
  Michael: She’ll want to hear what I have to say.
  Kim: Oh, I highly doubt that. (walking up to Michael) The only person you get to talk to is me. And the only way you’re gonna live through the next hour is if you tell me where to find your brother.
  Michael: Okay. He’s in a safe place.
  Kim: Be more specific.
  Michael: Specifically, a place you will never find him.

• Michael (to Sara and Lincoln): If anything happens…I love you both.

• Michael: There is one thing we can do…we gotta disappear…forever.

• Lincoln:I need a favor, you owe me
  Derek: I do, you know I do…It’s just… look it’s just the situation right now. I mean, I just had a kid, a baby boy… and I - I promised Maria -”
  Lincoln:I didn’t come here to cause trouble. I’m short on friends. I need you to hook me up. You’re the only one that can do it without green up front. I’m serious about this man, here, I need it.

• President Reynolds: Thank you for waiting so patiently all afternoon. If it were not for the support of this great state, my home state of Illinois… (the audience applauds) I would not be here today. Which is why I have chosen today to make this very important announcement. A situation has recently come to light, and I feel that I must take action. It is my job as President of this great country to make rational decisions when I am given facts. Decisions that are best not for me, but for the people. And so, after much consideration, I regret to inform you that I have been diagnosed with a highly malignant form of cancer. And because of that reason, I am no longer fit to serve as your commander in chief. In the best interest of this country, effective immediately, I am stepping down as president of the United States.

• Bellick: Looky here, good ole Sucre.

• Lincoln (to L.J.): All the charges against you have been dropped. You’re free and clear. You can start a new life.

• Dede: Where are we going, Daddy?
  C-Note: Disneyland.

• Customer at diner: That good ol’ boy’s (Mahone) hunting them all down, ain’t he?

• Lincoln: I uh, I saw you checkin’ out those girls back at the diner.
  L.J.: What?
  Lincoln: Come on. ‘Fess up.
  L.J. : Nah, I was just makin’ sure that they weren’t staring at us.
  Lincoln: With what, their asses?

• Lincoln (as he and L.J. are being handcuffed): L.J….I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

• Bellick (after knocking T-Bag out): How you feelin’, little Teddy?

• L.J.: Hey, I’m not an idiot! I was on the run too, you know.
  Lincoln: Yeah, you were on the run. And you got caught.
  L.J.: Yeah, well I’m sorry I’m not a pro at being a con like you, dad! Maybe I should have just left when you gave me the out, huh? It’s not like you care. (L.J. makes to get out of the car; Lincoln pulls him back.)
  Lincoln: Whoa. Take it easy. I’m sorry. Alright? I’m sorry man, I’m just…(sighs) Let’s get out of here.

• Geary (to T-Bag as he wakes up): Did you get a nice nap? Visions of 12-year-olds dancin’ in your head?

• C-Note: My wife is waitin’ for me today, and I am not leavin’ Chi town without my family, y’understand?

• Mahone (answering cell phone): Pam, I really can’t talk right now.
  Michael: Maybe I should call back.
  Mahone: Who is this?
  Michael: I think you already know.
  Mahone: If you’ve done anything to Pam or my boy…
  Michael: We both know your family’s fine. Although Pam did seem a little upset about you leaving. But then, you had to, didn’t you? Because you couldn’t let her find out.
  Mahone: Find out about what?
  Michael: Oscar Shales. You remember? The one that got away. Except he didn’t get too far, did he?
  Mahone: Ahhh, you’re slipping, Scofield.
  Michael: Maybe. But let’s hypothesize for a moment. Let’s pretend I was the one who caught Shales. I don’t think I could have just handed that psychopath over to the courts. Not after he’d eluded me for so long. Made me look bad.
  Mahone: You’ve been out in the sun way too long, boy.
  Michael: You feds make a nice living. But not so nice you go around tearing up expensive sod. Not unless you had to do a little digging. Unless you wanted to hide something. Or someone. That’s what all the lye was for, wasn’t it? See because there are two kinds of lye. In small amounts the first kind can be a gardener’s best friend. In large bags the other kind decomposes bodies.
  Mahone: Ah, you should write mystery novels.
  Michael: I don’t know about you, but if I’d buried someone in my own backyard, I’d think about it all the time. I’d think…I’d think maybe I should move that body. But then I’d remember that DNA leaches into soil. So even when the body was gone the proof of what I’d done would still be there. I can imagine how it feels. The pressure, the constant fear. It’s more than a man can bear. I’m giving you a chance. Back off. Let me and my family disappear. And in return, I’ll keep your little secret. How does that sound?
  Mahone: Like a dead man talking.
  Michael: I know it’s not how you wanted this to play out. But sometimes things happen that are just…out of your control. This is one of those times. Take care of yourself.
  Mahone: I’ll see you soon, Michael. Oh, and Michael - it just may be sooner than you think.

• Mahone: I know these men. Who they are, where they came from, where they want to go.

• Michael: What about Oscar Shales?
  Pam: Oscar Shales? Why is he important?
  Michael: Well, he’s, ah…he’s the only fugitive to ever successfully elude your ex husband.
  Pam: Alex was consumed with finding him. I mean, after what Shales did to all of his victims, who could blame him? It was all he worked on, all he did, for a year. But I don’t think that it was the stress of chasing Shales that caused Alex to start behaving erratically.
  Michael: Why is that?
  Pam: Because Alex changed after the trail went cold. I remember it like it was yesterday. He just, walked into the kitchen, after 12 years of marriage, and said that he wanted me out of the house, immediately. I’ll never forget the date - it was June 15.
  Michael (remembering an article that reads ‘Shales Missing Since Mid-June): I think I have everything I need.

• Pam: All I wanted was an explanation. Why things ended so suddenly. And all Alex could say was, sometimes things happen that are just out of your control.

• Mahone: Lang! Today’s the day Franklin told his wife he was gonna meet her at the rainbow room.
  Lang: That’s right.
  Mahone: Wrong. Today’s the day Franklin’s going down. Are you ready?
  Lang: Everything’s arranged.

• Lincoln: I’m a target, kid. As long as you’re with me, so are you. Things’ll get a whole lot worse before they get better. Understand?
  L.J.: But after we meet up with Uncle Mike and get to Panama…
  Lincoln: Panama ain’t a sure thing. Your uncle’s plan is dangerous, I mean really dangerous.

• Lang: Where you going?
  Kacee: To take my kid to school.
  Lang: I know about the Rainbow Room.
  Kacee: I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.
  Lang: Phone lines are tapped. We heard your entire telephone conversation with your husband. And since you and Dede aren’t booked on any flights to New York, don’t tell me the Rainbow Room is a restaurant in Manhattan. Now you can tell me where you’re meeting your husband, or I can arrest you. Right in front of your daughter.
  Kacee: You go to hell. I haven’t done anything wrong.
  Lang: You spoke with an escaped felon about meeting him today. You’ve already done enough to be charged with attempt to aid and abet.
  Kacee: Please. Okay, listen to me…
  Lang: One phone call and child welfare is here. You’ll go to county, and Dede will be in foster care.
  Kacee: No!
  Lang: Don’t worry. I, I hear the, ah, families in the foster system are top notch.
  Kacee: You are asking me to choose between my daughter and my husband!
  Lang: Exactly.

• Bellick: So this is where Theodore practiced “Pervert Knows Best”. (Geary laughs). This is where he had his family supper. And that, I believe, is where you and Miss Hollander expressed your love. Tell me, little Teddy, did you make her wear Doctor Dentons and hold a lunch box? Help you get all worked up.
  T-Bag: Bradley, I couldn’t possibly expect a grown man who still lives with his mamma to understand the machinations of love.

• Mahone: Can take out an entire building! That box right there. This is why we can’t have… leaks… coming from this office… God help the agent who goes behind my back (hits the office door with his back) and talks to the press.

• T-Bag: Y’all can sign each other’s yearbooks later.

• Veronica: This doesn’t make sense. All these people from all over the world are calling this place in the middle of nowhere with a population of 42.

• C-Note: (stopping T-Bag from killing Abruzzi) That man in there is our transportation out of here, which means, now, you go after him, and it messes with my chances of me seeing my family, so I ain’t gonna let that happen. So why don’t you hand me that shank you’re holding, huh?

• Michael (talking to Nika on the phone): You have to trust me.
  Nika: Then you have to tell me what’s going on.
  Michael: I can’t do that.
  Nika: Then I can’t help. Look, I did what you asked, green card for credit card. That was the deal.
  Michael: Then we make a new deal.
  Nika: Michael, if someone finds out…
  Michael: Believe me, I’ll be in more trouble than you will.
  Nika: I know, this is why I won’t help you.
  Michael: Look Nika, I promise you…
  Nika: I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know why you are in there, but if there’s one thing those guys that brought me here taught me, is that if you fight, if you struggle, you’ll only make things worse. Stop fighting Michael.
  Michael: Just think about it, okay?
  Nika: Sorry.

• Abruzzi (to T-Bag): I had time to think, not that you tried to kill me, but about how Jesus saved me. I didn’t come here Theodore, to inflict any more pain. Take my hand so we can put this behind us, please.

• Avocado: Hey, squirt.
  Tweener: Avocado.
  Avocado: How many times I gotta say it? You address me formal-like.
  Tweener: Mr. Balls-Johnson…
  Avocado: That’s better.

• Abruzzi: Oh, the old sinner who was confined to these walls, he’s dead. A new soul deserves to be free.
  Michael: Well the old sinner was gonna have a jet ready for us. Is the new soul gonna be able to pull that off?
  Abruzzi: Noah had his ark, did he not?

• Michael: The map is complete. I got what I needed.
  T-Bag: Then we’re ready?
  Michael: Almost. I know which pipes we need to take beneath the psych ward now. Which means our way to the infirmary is clear. With our new route we’re gonna come up on the far end of that building. Which means we gotta walk down 30 feet of hallway to get to the doctor’s office, our exit point. Which means, there’s only one piece left to this whole thing: the key to that room.

• Michael: Hey.
  Tweener: You still want me to swipe that thing you were askin’ about? ‘Cause I’m havin’ a goin’ out of business sale.

• Nika: Michael has a deep need to help people.
  Sara: So I’ve come to understand.
  Nika: It’s actually how we met. There were these men that brought me here. Told me I’d have good job. But that was just a lie. They were going to sell me. And until they did, I…Michael paid them off for my freedom. And, not to keep me for himself, but to give me an opportunity.
  Sara: He’s a good man.
  Nika: Yes, he is.

• Nika (to Michael): The lady doctor? She cares for you.

• Pope: All right, listen. You’ve got 2 hours to find him. After that, I have got to talk to the press! There’s an escaped killer outside our walls and there are some things that are more important than career.

• Tweener: This kid in my neighborhood, his dad had a baseball card collection. So I figured, ya know, I’d swipe it. I could get some party cash, you know? And there was one card in there, a 1910 Honus Wagner. Doesn’t mean nothin’ to me, you know, hoops is my game. This card, it was worth $300, 000. So they slapped me with grand larceny. That’s why I’m here. That’s why I’m sittin’ on a nickel gettin’ turned out like a little bitch. A baseball card.

• Pope: I want him under 24 hour surveillance. He doesn’t sneeze without my knowing it.
  Lincoln: The hell for, what I’d do? Someone tried to kill me.
  Pope: Finding you in a junk yard 8 miles from here makes me think different. Who’s your accomplice?
  Lincoln: What accomplice?
  Pope (to Bellick): 24 hour surveillance.

• Lincoln: What are you talkin’ about? They’re after me, not you.
  Dad: It’s not as simple as that. Trust me. I worked for them.
  Lincoln: You work for them? You’re an alcoholic.
  Dad: Is that what you remember? Or is that what you were told?
  Lincoln: Why’d you leave?
  Dad: I took a position with a group of multinationals we call The Company. They call every shot this country takes. What laws to pass, what judges to appoint, what wars to fight. Thing is, if you want to rise in the ranks like I did, you had to commit to leaving everything you know behind. Because then you start to get access to the real information. Information people would do a lot of things to get their hands on. Like harm your family.
  Lincoln: You expect me to believe that? Why didn’t you reach out to us? Why didn’t you call us?
  Dad: I’ve regretted it every day, but I didn’t have a choice. Lincoln, the day I left The Company, I took all that information with me. That’s why they’re doing this to you! All of it! To stop me.

• Kellerman: I used to have a Great Dane, big and loyal. She was 12 she got, ah, cancer so we had to put her down. You think it would be this big dramatic event but uh… It was very peaceful. Shh - shh - shh. One minute she was breathing the next she wasn’t. (Starts to suffocate Lincoln).

• Nick: Hello.
  Abruzzi: Hey, you’re officially now on standby and you’ll have her there, you understand?
  Nick: I’ll do my best.
  Abruzzi: Hey, I said do you understand?
  Nick: Yeah, loud and clear.
  Abruzzi: Good. Goose Park Airstrip. Find it on the map. Soon as I call you have that bitch there ready and waiting!

• Abruzzi (to T-Bag): Does not a warm hand feel better than a cold shank?

• Bellick: Where you going?
  Kellerman: I’d like to get going if I could, I’m late for a meeting in Aurora.
  Bellick: Where you coming from?
  Kellerman: Chicago.
  Bellick: Kind of an indirect route to get to Aurora.
  Kellerman: Not from around here.

• Bellick: I heard Avocado cut his hose on your bunk. Must have been some serious gymnastics going on.

• Vice President (to her brother): The only reason why you’re still alive is because I won’t let them kill you.

• Bellick: You’ve always been a by the books type guy, boss, but this time, the books are going to get us fired.
  Warden: Find him.

• Tweener: Believe me what I got is worth it, so you gonna step up or what?
  Bellick: This is your last chance Tweener, blow smoke again and they’ll be scraping you off the heel of my boot.
  Tweener: Scofield and his whole PI crew. They’re escaping.

• Michael: How are you?
  Sara: I’m fine, you?
  Michael: Fine.
  Sara: Can I have your hand please.
  Katie: Here they are!
  Sara: Here what are?
  Katie: Your keys. They were right over there by your inbox. You got a maintenance guy waiting outside here said you wanted to change the locks. You want me to call him off?
  (Sara glares at Michael)
  Sara: No. Send him in. (Michael looks worried)
  Maintenance Guy: Is it okay if I …
  Sara Yeah. We’re about done here. Is there something wrong?
  Michael: No. Unless you want to talk about what happened this morning.
  Sara: I think I have a pretty good idea. We’re done here.

• Tweener: I’m dead no matter what.
  Michael: There may be another way outta here.
  Tweener: Yeh, in a body bag.
  Michael: I need to know if I can trust you.
  Tweener: I’m straight up as they come, you know.
  Michael: No, I mean really trust you.

• Lincoln: You know what you’ve done? The mother of my child is dead!
  Dad: I know.
  Lincoln: Do you? (Smashing things) Then I’m guessing you know Michael’s in Fox River and LJ’s rotting in some prison.
  Dad: I know all this.

• Sucre: Have you figured out how you’re gonna get the key to the infirmary yet?
  Michael: Not quite.
  Sucre: You working your game on her, or what?
  Michael: I don’t know.

• (Michael kisses Sara)
  Sara: What do you want from me, Michael?
  Michael: Sara, I need you to do something for me.
  Sara: What?
  Michael: Wait for me, it won’t always be like this. This room, in this place.
  Sara: Until then I can’t, we can’t…I can’t, and I’ve gotta go.

• Michael: I’m glad you’re back.
  Abruzzi: I’m surprised you’re still here. I thought you’d be gone by now.
  Michael: Well, we had a few set backs.
  Abruzzi: Still planning on it?

• Kellerman: May I ask you a question, Warden? More of an observation, really. I was looking at the morgue photos from that boy, back at Toledo, Will Clayton. And, my lord, if he wasn’t the spitting image of his daddy. Apple fell real far from the tree with that one, didn’t it? Fell off the tree, fell all over the pavement.

• Nick: Well, we’re pissing someone off.
  Veronica: You say that like it’s a good thing.
  Nick: People start breaking the law, you know you’re getting warm.

• Pope: I’m assuming this is about your transfer request for Michael Scofield?
  Kellerman: More specifically why you denied it.
  Pope: Look, Mr. Kellerman, do I come into your house and tell you where to put your furniture?

• Michael: These are the guys we’re breaking out with.
  Abruzzi: I don’t think so, Fish. That was not our agreement. I’m not gonna work with this crazy rhino.
  Lincoln: Keep pushing it, John.
  Abruzzi: Yeah, I keep pushing it, you know. Huh, what’s your deal man?
  (Lincoln gets in Abruzzi’s face.)
  Lincoln: Touch my brother again and I’ll show you.
  Abruzzi: Brother? Your brother?

• Michael: Don’t believe everything you hear. I’m not going anywhere.

• Bellick: We got a runner!

• Dr. Tancredi: Fox River’s a small town, Lincoln. People around here don’t have a whole lot to do besides time and talk.

• Sucre: The Ricans, we got genetically higher blood pressure, you know that? My cousin, he died from too much stress.
  Michael: Thought you said your cousin was moving in on your girl.
  Sucre: That’s my other cousin. But thanks for bringing that up, jackass!

• Michael (prompting Sucre to provide cover so Michael can enter the tunnel): Don’t we have some laundry to do?
  Sucre (washing clothes in the sink): Just to be clear, I’m not touching your drawers.

• Michael: It’s time.
  Sucre: Time? Oh God, here we go again. Count’s in 15 minutes, what are you doing?
  Michael: Trust me. The less you know, the better.
  Sucre: The less I know? Man, you got me in the dark!
  Michael: That’s exactly where you wanna be.

• Lincoln: You know I’d made my peace to what was coming then you show up and give me the one thing a man in my situation shouldn’t have: hope. And now that’s gonna be taken away…
  Michael: Don’t do this, Linc.
  Lincoln: I got three weeks. What do you want me to do?
  (Michael has a flashback to when he and Lincoln were kids, after their mother’s funeral)
  Young Lincoln: Come on, Michael. What do you want me to do?
  Young Michael: Bring her back.
  Young Lincoln: You know I can’t do that. But look - there’s some stuff that I can do. It’s not gonna be the same. But we’re gonna figure it out. And no matter what, it’s still gonna be me and you.
  Young Michael: Ok, but what if something happens to you?
  Young Lincoln: You just have a little faith.
  (flashback ends)
  Michael: Just have a little faith.

• Michael: The reason we’re all here today, is we have a decision to make. English, Fitz, or Percy. If we’re gonna pull this off, we need to take one of them out.

• Pope: Why do I get the feeling that there’s more to you than meets the eye, Scofield? Anything you want to tell me? Some other reason you’re in here besides holding up a bank? (pause) You’re being transferred.
  Michael: What?
  Pope: We’re moving you over to Statesville.
  Michael: You can’t do that.
  Pope: Yes I can. I’m the boss here. This is my house.
  Michael: Three weeks.
  Pope: What for?
  Michael: Lincoln Burrows. He’s being executed in three weeks.
  Pope: Well, I’m aware of that. What’s that to you?
  Michael: He’s my brother.

• Michael: We’re not breaking out of a Jamba Juice, gentlemen. It’s gonna take a little more than digging a few holes. There are eyes, ears, dots that couldn’t be connected from the outside.

• Abruzzi: You know I have a real hard time trusting you, Fish.
  Michael: The important thing is that we stay on schedule.
  Abruzzi: Yeah, English, Fitz, or Percy?
  Michael: English, Fitz, or Percy.
  Abruzzi: You wanna know which one I think we should take out?
  Michael: All due respect I don’t need opinions. I need answers.

• Michael: Look, the good news is I can get to the roof.
  Sucre: So what happens now?
  Michael: Now, it’s all about timing.

• Sara (about Michael): You close?
  Lincoln: We were.
  Sara: How ‘bout now?
  Lincoln: Huh?
  Sara: How ‘bout now.
  Lincoln: (sighs) He’s been abandoned his whole life. Dad, mom - she died young. And now me.
  Sara: Think that’s why he’s here? ‘Cause your…your death would feel like it’s happening again?
  Lincoln: I abandoned him a long time ago. That’s why he’s here.

• Pope: What’s this prisoner doing out of his cell?
  Office: He’s being transferred.
  Pope: No, no, no, no there must be some kind of a mistake. This man filed a motion yesterday. He has a medical condition which precludes his transfer. Sinusitis, right?
  Michael: Sinusitis.
  Pope: Take the prisoner back to his cell. But yank his rec time, he missed count last night.

• Tancredi: I’m supposed to give you a physical this evening. Let me apologize in advance for the heavy dose of irony we’re about to participate in.
  Burrows: It’s all right, just doing your job.
  Tancredi: Yeah, well letting the State know that you’re healthy enough to execute is not why I went to medical school.

• Mahone: (to Self) You want me to sign away the one thing that makes me valuable to the team?

• Rita: You don’t work for the IRS.
  Gretchen: I don’t.
  Rita: Who do you work for?
  Gretchen: (cocks a gun) As of now? Myself.

• Michael: We can sit here and debate what Mahone is or is not going to do for the rest of the day, but it comes down to this: we cannot break him out of a police station.

• Mahone: (to Wyatt) I promise you, we will meet again. And when we do, I’m going to show you just how personal things can get.

• Mahone: I don’t know if… You guys, did this for the team or if you did it for me… And, I don’t care… I just… Thank You.

• Michael: (to Tweener) You and me, we’re not bros.

• Caroline (after killing the President): And you said I couldn’t get things done.
  Agent Brinker: Madam Vice President, perhaps we could get together and discuss how to move…
  Caroline: It is President now madam and you’re going to have to talk to my organizers, my schedule is suddenly quite full, I’m sure you’ll understand.

• Sucre: All I want to do is touch her belly, feel him in there. After that, whatever I have to do, I’ll figure it out. I just want to touch her belly. We’re close, papi.

• Caroline: Soft money, it makes the world go round, you know it and I know it. You cut my funding and I can’t run a proper campaign without it.
  Agent Brinker: There’s a lot of internal debate, trust me. And there’s every chance you can still win with your message and it would certainly be our…
  Caroline: Oh, cut the crap. Is there anything else you wanna tell me? Or did you just come here to twist the knife you stuck in my back?
  Brinker: Well, actually I came here to express our gratitude for all you’ve done for us over the years, and to let you know that this isn’t personal. Surely you’ve been in politics long enough to know that….
  Caroline: Look, is this is about the energy bill?
  Brinker: The energy bill has nothing to do with it.
  Caroline: Why am I finding that so tough to believe? I’m a grown woman, how about you give it to me straight?
  Brinker: All right… All right. The bottom line Madam Vice President is that you can’t affect change in the Oval Office and that is what we need the most - servitude. Simply put, you can’t get things done.
  Caroline: Well, maybe you don’t know me so well.
  Brinker(she smiles sarcastically): I highly suggest that in the coming weeks as the race narrows and the candidates start falling out, that you walk away quietly on your own volition. Otherwise maybe it’ll be of the Company’s volition.

• C.O. JJ (in to his walkie talkie): We gotta 10-98! Inmates over the wall.
  C.O. JJ (runs over and wraps his arms round Manche’s neck): Who was with you? Who was with you?
  Manche: Nobody!
  C.O. JJ: Nobody huh? Talk, I swear to God I will snap your neck right here.
  Manche: I don’t know, I don’t know!
  C.O. JJ: Names, I want names!
  Manche: Scofield, Burrows, Sucre and that Vanilla Ice kid.
  C.O. JJ: Who else?
  Manch: Bagwell, man. C-Note, Abruzzi and that bug-eyed J-Cat.
  C.O. JJ: Was there anybody else?
  Manche: I don’t know.
  C.O. JJ (shouts in his face): Was there anybody else?
  Manche: Westmoreland.

• Lincoln: Michael…if this doesn’t work out, I just want you to know I -
  Michael: I know. I know

• Veronica (discovering Terrence Steadman is still alive and well): Hello Terrence.

• Michael: The airstrip’s on the other side of that field. Just 500 yards and this whole thing’s over.

• C-Note (to Abruzzi): You know, your jet better be there, Mr. Mafia. You feel me? It better be there.

• (Abruzzi pulls a gun on T-Bag, who handcuffs himself to Michael)
  Abruzzi: Think that’s gonna stop me?
  T-Bag: Think twice, dumb boy. You shoot me, pretty here will be draggin’ around 175 pounds of dead Alabama flesh with him. And considerin’ how much you need him to get this little Fibonacci vendetta of yours, huh? So I just don’t think you’re gonna be pullin’ that trigger.

• Michael: This is as far as you go, my friend.
  Tweener: Wha? No man, you can’t leave me out here, not like this -
  Michael: We had a deal, remember?
  Tweener: Yeah, but come on bro…
  Michael: You and I, we’re not bros. And I don’t think you want me tellin’ the guys what I know. Now walk.

• TV Reporter: …have corroborated that President Mills was admitted into emergency care here a little more than 45 minutes ago. In the chief surgeon’s words, President Mills suffered massive cardiac arrest. Doctors were unable to revive him. The news out of Washington Medical Center is official now - the President of the United States, Richard Mills, is dead. And keeping with protocol Vice President Reynolds is in an undisclosed location being sworn in as the 46th president.

• Pope: You’re saying you don’t know anything about this?
  Katie: Honestly, I don’t.
  Pope: The door was left open, Katie.
  Katie: It wasn’t me!
  Pope: Then who was it? Only you and Dr. Tancredi were left at the end of the night. The orderly confirmed that.
  Katie: It wasn’t me!
  Pope: Then you’re telling me it was Dr. Tancredi?
  Katie: No! I…
  Pope: I know you know something, Katie. And anything you know, you have got to tell me. If you don’t you are gonna lose a lot more than your job. Withholding information makes you an accessory and I will press that button if you don’t start talking!
  Katie: Sara…
  Pope: What about Sara?
  Katie: Sara had a thing for Scofield.

• Pope (through megaphone; to the guards): When those men went over the wall they made a choice. That choice makes them a threat to society once again. Now as many of you know, some of those men are convicted killers. Now our job is to protect and ensure the safety of the general population. That means, if we have to bring them down to ensure that safety, by God we will do it! This time we’re playing for keeps, gentlemen. Now it’s been at least 12 minutes since they went over that wall. That’s 1 mile on foot at best. If they’ve got their hands on a vehicle they could be 10 miles from here. So LETS GET MOVING!

• Bellick (whilst being helped out of the hole): Get me my shotgun!
  Random Prison Guard: Pope’s already given orders for all the C.O.s to hit the…
  Bellick: Did I stutter?! Get me my shotgun! (heavy breathing) Those piles of crap doing what they just did, just signed their death warrants. Every last one of them. (pumps shotgun)

• Abruzzi: If you think I won’t cut you myself to get that key, you’re in for a big surprise.
  T-Bag: I encourage you to remember the last time you came at me with a knife…
  Michael: Shut up! Shut up! Both of you!

• T-Bag: Hey, John, I gotta ask you, Why are you so intent on Lincoln driving here and you taking that particular seat?

• Haywire: Sorry. (After stealing a little girl’s bicycle)

• Abruzzi: He’s lucky I didn’t take this to his head. (Shortly after cutting T-Bag’s hand with an axe)

• T-Bag (laughing after a failed attempt to cut handcuffs): I guess it was just meant to be. (Laughter cut short noticing Abruzzi with an axe)

• C-Note: Yo c’mon, man, we gotta roll.
  Michael: We don’t got to do anything but wait right here and let them get ahead of us.
  Sucre: I don’t know if we’re gonna get a chance, Papi.
  Michael: Dogs! Son of a bitch!
  Sucre: They’re coming right for us.
  Michael: Nobody move! They can’t smell us.
  (police dogs begin barking furiously)
  Abruzzi: But they can SEE us!

• Sucre: What do we do now?
  Michael: We RUN!

• Michael: We’re gonna get that key from you I don’t care if you have to crap it out!
  T-Bag: You got a foul mouth sometimes, pretty.

• Michael: (to Lechero) For a man who likes keeping secrets, using T-Bag as a go-between may not be the smartest move.

• Lincoln: (to Sofia) Your boyfriend’s a liar. I told you that from the start.

• Mahone: I couldn’t turn him (Shales) over. Some scumbag lawyer was just going to get him off. Just…no, no, no. So I killed him. And I felt good.

• Sucre: If I had a kid in the same situation as your son, would you and your brother walk out on me?
  Lincoln: Yeah.

• Michael: Your son is my nephew and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him. But apparently you think I only care about myself.
  Lincoln: You cared about Sara and loved her. And I’m sorry, but L.J.’s my son. I couldn’t let anything happen to him.

• Michael: My nephew’s life depends on it all working out.
  Whistler: I know it does.

• Whislter: I’m really sorry you got caught up in my troubles, Michael.

• Lechero: (to Sammy) Who calls me and who I call is my business.

• Susan B.: We’ve done our part, now it’s time for Whistler to do his.

• Whistler: (to Michael) Reinforced steel in every window. How do you think we’re getting through those?

• Susan B.: That (the Bang and Burn) was analyzed. What you’re asking for is too dangerous. Not to mention next to impossible given the time frame.

• Susan (to Sofia): I can see why James loves you. You are beautiful… But if you keep sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong, I’m gonna make him miss you very, very much.

• T-Bag: Knocka knocka.
  Michael: What do you want?
  T-Bag: Me? I just came by to slip something into your mail slot. It’s from El Patron himself, but it was meant for your eyes only. Grabby. That don’t look like no invitation to the Sona-Hawkins Dance. What do you got cooking up with Lechero, huh?
  Michael: It’s none of your business, Theodore.
  T-Bag: You want to keep secrets? You want to treat me like a pesky insect? Fine! Just remember, information, like crumbs, always trickles down to the vermin on the floor.

• Susan (to agent): Is there a problem?
  Agent: We’re doing this at 5 o’clock?
  Susan: Well, we could wait until tonight when our guys are moving too fast for our night vision to work properly. You could even tag along if you want. Get it done!

• Pad Man (to Susan): I don’t pay you to be my adviser. You’re my operative. You have your instructions, now get it done. Because if you don’t, I’ll make what happened to you in Mosul feel like a massage.

• Warden: Mr. Scofield. There have been two escape attempts in the past two days. Somehow, I don’t think it’s a coincidence that you arrived shortly before they happened.
  Michael:I had nothing to do with that.
  Warden: (punches Michael) You’ve caused too many problems here, in Sona. So maybe you shouldn’t be here in Sona. (summons soldiers in Spanish) Say goodbye to Sona, Mr. Scofield.