Welcome back!
- Quinn: Your proximal and middle phalanxes are broken. Just ice it for 45 minutes, then splint it; that’s what a doctor would tell you to do, so you don’t need to go see one.
- Michael: We’ll be there by Friday.
Sucre: Friday?
Michael: Better start making travel arrangements.
Sucre: Maricruz, here I come, baby.
Abruzzi: Sardinia, here I come.
Lincoln (to Michael): Where are we going?
Michael: Panama.
Lincoln: Panama?
Michael: Panama. Darien Gap, south of the canal. No roads, no electricity, no cops. Nothing but white sand beaches and ice cold beer.
- Hale: I swear to God, it just gets deeper and deeper.
Kellerman: What is that supposed to mean?
Hale: It means if I’d have known that this is how this whole thing was gonna turn out, I would’ve gotten some crap job with the Feds. Push pencils, drink coffee all day long behind a desk. God, that sounds good.
Kellerman: Keep talking like that and I might be forced to put a bullet in your head.
- Kellerman: You send me a babysitter?
Caroline: This is not the time or the place.
Kellerman: This is the time and the place.
Caroline: Don’t take that tone with me. Remember who you are talking to. I’m the Vice President of this country.
Kellerman: No, actually you’re Caroline Reynolds from Montgomery, Illinois. I know exactly who you are.
- Bellick (to Abruzzi): Falzone’s envelope is the only reason I come through that fence everyday and is the only reason I’m gonna keep coming through that fence, until I have enough money to buy that house on Lake Gray. I’m thinking of early retirement John, and you’re interfering with that.
- C-Note: Looks like Darwin wins after all, hey Fish?
- Lincoln: What’s the right thing to do now, Michael?
- Abruzzi: I’m going to say something crazy to you.
Michael: Surprise, surprise.
- Michael: I did my homework.
- Michael: If you touch her, I’ll kill you myself.
Philly Falzone: One, that’s an empty threat. You are less than a gnat to me. And two, all you gotta do is give me the address, and we avoid this melodrama altogether.
- Philly Falzone: This is about money, isn’t it?
Michael: You’re an astute man, Mr. Falzone.
Abruzzi: What?
Philly: You’re friend here, John, is trying to extort me.
Michael: Not extortion. Insurance. I plan on being out of here one day. And I don’t think my new resume is going to cut it in most places.
Philly: How much?
Michael: Two hundred thousand.
Abruzzi: I’m gonna kill you.
Michael: Quid pro quo. You scratch my back, I scratch yours.
- Nick: I was in the same spot when I was your age. He was in prison and like your dad, he was innocent.
L.J.: What happened? I mean, you know, at the end.
Nick: What I hope happens here, he got exonerated.
L.J.: What’d they say he did?
Nick: A lot of bad things. They weren’t true and we proved that. Every day, every day was a lost cause, but we kept fighting. I mean, what else you gonna do when you love somebody? You gonna let them go out like that? So you fight. You keep fighting. You never give up. We’re gonna beat this thing, okay?
- Michael: Nice flowers.
Sara: Right.
Michael: Do we have an admirer?
Sara: They’re from my father.
Michael: Ah. What’s the occasion?
Sara: It’s my birthday.
Michael: Today?
Sara: Um-hum.
Michael: Happy birthday.
Sara (unenthusiastic): Thank you.
Michael: Ok…
Sara: Huh?
Michael: Nothing. Birthdays aren’t usually a sore subject, that’s all. Unless the celebrant is feeling her age. Which I don’t see how you could be.
Sara: I’m 29 years old, Michael, I’m not… feeling my age. It’s just out of those 29 birthdays my father has managed to see me on precisely… 6 of them. So, I get flowers instead. Flowers that end up dead and in the trash a week later. Sounds bitter, huh?
Michael: Kind of.
Sara: It’s not a big deal. You are all set, I will see you tomorrow.
Michael: Ok. I’m sorry you feel that way. (pause) About the flowers, I mean.
- Michael: You threw away your flowers.
Sara: Well, like I said, they don’t last.
Michael: I don’t think they’re dead yet.
Sara: I don’t like getting attached to things if I know they won’t last.
Michael: Why are you so cynical?
Sara (sighs): Michael I think there’s cynicism and then there’s realism.
Michael: And there’s optimism. Hope. Faith.
Sara: This coming from an 8-toed guy locked away in a penitentiary
Michael: Toes are overrated.
Sara: Thank you for trying to make me smile. Not today.
Michael: You never know.
Sara: We’re all set. (Michael leaves, dropping an origami flower on Sara’s desk while her back is turned. She notices it, picks it up and smiles.)
- Abruzzi: You and I have a lot to talk about, don’t we, Fish? Seems Philly Falzone ran into some problems up in Canada, just because of the information you gave him.
Michael: What kind of trouble?
Abruzzi: International gun charges, parole violation. He’s gonna go away for a long time.
Michael: How do you feel about that?
Abruzzi (smiles): Pretty damn good!
- Nick: You can’t hide 5 hundred million dollars just by moving a few decimal points. (looks at TV)
TV reporter: In a move anticipated by many pundits, Vice President Reynolds announced she is running for the presidency. She made the announcement from her hometown of Montgomery, Illinois.
Reynolds (on TV): The move towards worldwide peace and prosperity is a marathon, not a sprint. But I assure you, America will be setting the pace.
Veronica: A half a billion dollars doesn’t just disappear. You… you could run a small country with that.
TV reporter: The vice president is reported to have the largest campaign war chest in history. It is so large in fact that prognosticators are already casting her as the favorite in the presidential race.
Nick: Maybe not a small country. Maybe this one.
- Lincoln: What you’re telling me is…if I’m to live…
Michael: …a good man has to die.
- C-Note (puts rocks from the hole in the guard’s room on the table): Now we got a hell of a lot to talk about, don’t we?
Michael (wipes rocks away): I got nothin’ to say.
C-Note: Now, you think you can play me, snowflake? ‘Cause you got college? Big school learnin’, huh. Well let me school you. Darwin wins inside these walls. Not Einstein. Darwin.
Pattterson: Yard time’s over, ladies! Let’s line it up!
C-Note: I’m not done with you, Fish.
Michael: You never even got started.
- Lincoln: Give him up.
Michael: If I do they’ll kill him.
Lincoln: Maybe he deserves it.
Michael: That’s just it. He doesn’t.
Lincoln: Who is this guy? You told me he was mafia.
Michael: He was working for the mafia, he just didn’t know it. Otto Fibonacci is…he’s just like you. An innocent man, caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.
- Abruzzi: You see, this is not a me vs. you thing anymore. This is us, an us thing alright? It’s us for the escape.
Michael: Is it? Or is this about you getting back in good with the mob again?
- C-Note (to Michael in the St. Louis building): Concrete is my specialty. Can you dig it?
- Kellerman (to the Vice-President, about Quinn): You woke a sleeping beast when you called these guys in. They have a bigger agenda than any of us and they get real nasty, real quick if things don’t go their way.
