PRISON BREAK TV Show

Welcome back!

Captain Brad 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.
Fernando Sucre: Wait, wait, wait. He’s dead?
Captain Brad Bellick: Yep, like a gnat on a Peterbilt. Hope you don’t take the same route, Sucre.
Fernando Sucre: Oh, hell no, I got plenty reasons to live.
Captain Brad Bellick: I hope a few of them are in Fox River.

Captain Brad Bellick: I just wanted to see how you’re holding up in here.
Alexander Mahone: Just dandy.
Captain Brad Bellick: Yeah, I was having a tough time of it myself. I figured it shouldn’t be that way for us, seeing as how we’re the only two lawmen here in Taco Hell.
Michael Scofield: I’m just fixing the electricity, boss.
Captain Brad Bellick: Right, and I’m just single ‘cos I’m choosy.

Sucre: I wasn’t trying to escape!
Captain Brad Bellick: Sure you weren’t. You were just out there howling at the moon.
Captain Brad Bellick: So… Scofield… what’s the 911?
Tweener: It’s 411.

Brad Bellick: [after knocking T-Bag out] How you feelin’, little Teddy?
Brad Bellick: So this is where Theodore practiced “pervert knows best.”
[Geary laughs]
Brad Bellick: 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?
Theodore ‘T-Bag’ Bagwell: Bradley, I couldn’t expect a grown man who still lives with his mamma to understand the machinations of love.

Brad Bellick: [to Manche] Humpty-Dumpty climbed the wall, Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall.
Brad Bellick: I knew the little whore’d take us right to ‘em.
Roy Geary: [about Manche] Did he sing?
Brad Bellick: Like a fat sweaty bird.

Brad Bellick: Over my dead body!
Trumpets: Nah, a dead man can’t feel a beatdown.
Brad Bellick: He’s saying he’s sorry, not that that’s going to do any good with Dr. Cold Shoulder.
Michael Scofield: We’ll work it out. Together.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: I like the sound of that.
Brad Bellick: Over my dead body!
Trumpets: Nah, a dead man can’t feel a beat-down.

Brad Bellick: Cops found your girlfriend fish belly white, gurglin’ her own puke.
Michael Scofield: Shut up.
Brad Bellick: What do you care, as long as she left the door open for you?
Michael Scofield: SHUT UP!
Brad Bellick: Hit a sore spot, didn’t I?

Lincoln Burrows: Bellick.
Captain Brad Bellick: What’s up, Lincoln?
Lincoln Burrows: I want some extra time outside for the next couple weeks.
Captain Brad Bellick: [laughs] Paint fumes from PI must be getting to you.
Lincoln Burrows: Cell phones allowed in here?
[he stands up and Bellick takes off his hat]
Lincoln Burrows: Extra time outside. Couple cigarettes?
Captain Brad Bellick: Half hour, one week, one cigarette.
[Lincoln nods and walks to his cell]
Lincoln Burrows: Know a con named Sucre?

Captain Brad 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 Scofield: Psych ward?
Captain Brad Bellick: You got a problem with that? Because if you do, please feel free to drop it in my suggestion box here.
Captain Brad Bellick: Haywire, get in here! Close it up on forty! Oh, and Scofield? Just a heads up. Don’t make eye contact with him.