PRISON BREAK TV Show

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Michael Scofield: Why couldn’t it just be a silo, in the middle of a field, with no one around?
Lincoln Burrows: We’ll figure it out, we’ll get the money, we’ll go away.
Michael Scofield: Yeah, maybe. I can rob another bank. You know what Charles once said to me? He said there’s no such thing as an ex con. Because I used to think there was a way we could wipe the slate clean. Make up for everything we’ve gone. The hat’s over the wall, Linc. For everyone.

Fernando Sucre: Look Michael, I understand if you have to keep going, you know?
Michael Scofield: Just shut up. I’m not going anywhere.
Fernando Sucre: Look, just think about it.
Michael Scofield: You know, if I leave, you drown.
Fernando Sucre: No, I know, but just…
Michael Scofield: The water level’s getting higher, Sucre. How many seconds can you hold your breath, 45? 60? That’s how long you’ve got to live if I take off.
Fernando Sucre: How long have you got if you stay? How long ’til the dogs lead the cops to you?
Michael Scofield: What you’re suggesting is not an option.
Fernando Sucre: I ain’t tryin’ to be a hero or nothin’. We both know there’s only two things that can happen now. Leave me here, or we both get caught.

Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman: [Terrence has committed suicide] We need to go!
Lincoln Burrows: Go where? We’ve got Steadman.
Secret Service Special Agent Paul Kellerman: No, we’ve got nothing.
Michael Scofield: All we’ve got is a John Doe.

Michael Scofield: [pointing to the inmate who is already holding on to the pocket] I see you already have a girlfriend
John Abruzzi: This little polka that you and I have been dancing for awhile… as of right now, it’s over. Fibonacci. I want to know how you got to him and where he is right now.
Michael Scofield: It’s not going to happen, John.
John Abruzzi: [nods] We’ll see.

Michael Scofield: How much further?
Lincoln Burrows: 70, 80 miles.
Michael Scofield: Good. We should be hitting Double K Ranch by this afternoon …
Lincoln Burrows: [cuts Michael off] Or we can keep driving, pick up LJ, then hit Panama.
Michael Scofield: We can’t hit Panama! We can’t hit anything! We can’t do anything without the money. We need to find Charles’s stash!
Lincoln Burrows: I know some other guys who are thinkin’ the same thing.

John Abruzzi: You mind telling me what this is all about?
Michael Scofield: These are the guys we’re breaking out with.
John Abruzzi: I don’t think so, fish. That was not our agreement.
John Abruzzi: [Abruzzi gestures to Lincoln] I’m not gonna work with this… crazy rhino.
Lincoln Burrows: Keep pushing it, John.
John Abruzzi: Yeah, I keep pushing it, you know. Huh? What’s your deal, man?
Lincoln Burrows: [Lincoln grabs Abruzzi and gets in his face] Touch my brother again and I’ll show you.
John Abruzzi: Brother?
[Stares at Micheal]
John Abruzzi: Your brother?
[laughs]
Michael Scofield: We’ve only got a few minutes. Are we gonna spend them spitting on each other or are we gonna talk some business?

Lincoln Burrows: You gonna tell me about the transfer?
Michael Scofield: I’m taking care of it.
Lincoln Burrows: You’re taking care of it. Sounds to me like you’re reaching.
Michael Scofield: Maybe. A little.
Lincoln Burrows: A little. You know, I had made my peace with what was coming, then you show up and give me the one thing a man in my situation shouldn’t have - hope. Now that’s going to be taken away.
Michael Scofield: Don’t do this, Linc.
Lincoln Burrows: I’ve got three weeks. What do you want me to do?
Michael Scofield: [Michael puts his hand on Lincoln's shoulder] Just have a little faith.

Dr. Sara Tancredi: Okay, let’s take a look.
[Michael, crying, grabs her wrists frantically, not able to handle very much more]
Dr. Sara Tancredi: [Softly, gently] You’re okay, you’re okay.
[He slowly let's go of her wrists and she quickly but gently unwraps the red sock. Michael sees his foot, looks away and cries harder]
Dr. Sara Tancredi: What happened?
[taking a deep breath]
Michael Scofield: Nothing.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: This isn’t nothing Michael, I need you to tell me what happened.
[Delirious because of the pain]
Michael Scofield: Don’t make me lie to you.
[She looks at him, alarmed]
Michael Scofield: Please!

Michael Scofield: What are you doing?
Fernando Sucre: What’s it look like I’m doing? I’m rolling it up.
Michael Scofield: You can’t do this!
Fernando 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.
Michael Scofield: Preparation will only take you so far. After that you gotta take a few leaps of faith.

Michael Scofield: 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.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: If you want, I could recommend you be sent to AdSeg.
Michael Scofield: [Smiling bluntly] With the rape victims and the snitches.
[He stands up]
Dr. Sara Tancredi: It would keep you safe.
Michael Scofield: Thanks. But I think I’d like to face the monsters on my own.

Dr. Sara Tancredi: [Cut to Fox River infirmary. Sara tends to Michael's bandaged foot] No redness or swelling, so there’s no sign of infection. I’m going to keep it on antibiotics for the next ten days. You should be good!
[She stands up]
Dr. Sara Tancredi: 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 pulls on his sock]
Michael Scofield: If you file the report, things could get a lot worse for me.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: They’re not already?
Michael Scofield: Not compared to what they could be.
[He looks down]
Michael Scofield: I’ve made some enemies.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Yeah. Scared?

Michael Scofield: There’s an inmate here named James Whistler. I’m looking for him.
McGrady: Welcome to club. Everybody looking for him.
Michael Scofield: Why’s that?
McGrady: He killed the Mayor of Panama City’s son. In a bar fight.

Michael Scofield: I need you to trust me.
Lechero: Ooh, trust you? I don’t know you good enough, brother. Teodoro!
[T-Bag comes in]
Theodore ‘T-Bag’ Bagwell: Si, Patron?
Lechero: Can I trust this bobo?
Theodore ‘T-Bag’ Bagwell: Him? He’s a snake. He stabbed me in a back every chance he got.
Lechero: Huh…
[approaching Michael]
Lechero: A snake who stabs a man in the back? I never heard of such a creature before.

McGrady: You from Chicago. Michael Jordan, did you meet him?
Michael Scofield: It’s a big city.
McGrady: You ever have sex with blonde cheerleader?
Michael Scofield: Yeah, sure.
McGrady: You’re the man bro!

Michael Scofield: You wanna help, find out who’s trying to bury him.
Veronica Donovan: No-one’s trying to bury him, Michael. The evidence was there.
Michael Scofield: The evidence was cooked.
Warden Henry Pope: Son, it’s better for me to owe you one in here than for you to owe me one, I can promise you that.
Michael Scofield: I’ll take my chances.

Captain Brad Bellick: Name and back number.
Michael Scofield: Scofield, Michael. 94941.
Captain Brad Bellick: You a religious man, Scofield?
Michael Scofield: Never really thought about it.
Captain Brad Bellick: Good ’cause the ten commandments don’t mean a box of piss in here. We got two commandments and two only. The first commandment is you got nothing coming.
Michael Scofield: What’s the second commandment?
Captain Brad Bellick: See commandment number one.
Michael Scofield: [Smiling slightly. He looks around] Gotcha.
Captain Brad Bellick: You talking out the side of your neck?
Michael Scofield: Come again?
Captain Brad Bellick: I said, are you being a smart ass?
Michael Scofield: I’m just trying to fly low, avoid the radar Boss. Do my time, and get out.
Captain Brad Bellick: There isn’t any flying under my radar.
Michael Scofield: Good to know.
[Bellick nods his head to one side, motioning Michael to leave. As he walks off, Bellick looks down at his forms. On his medical forms, Michael has listed 'Type 1 Diabetes'. It's circled]

Dr. Sara Tancredi: Tattoo looks fresh. Hold that. I guess, being a diabetic, you don’t mind needles.
Michael Scofield: I’m Michael, by the way.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Scofield. I’ve read your report.
Michael Scofield: And you are?
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Dr. Tancredi will do.
Michael Scofield: Tancredi like the governor? You’re not related, are you? Wouldn’t think you’d find the daughter of Frontier Justice Frank working in a prison. As a doctor, no less.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: I believe in being part of the solution, not the problem.
Michael Scofield: “Be the change you wanna see in the world”… What?
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Nothing. That was just my senior quote.
Michael Scofield: That was you? This whole time, I was thinking it was Gandhi.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: You’re very funny.

Lincoln Burrows: Michael… Why?
Michael Scofield: I’m getting you out of here.
Lincoln Burrows: That’s impossible.
Michael Scofield: Not if you designed the place, it isn’t