Michael Scofield: You kept it.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Kept what?
Michael Scofield: The flower.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Well, I'm a packrat. I never throw anything out.
Michael Scofield: [looks around the spotless infirmary] Yeah, well this clutter. It's... overwhelming.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: You should see my apartment.
Michael Scofield: Woah. We haven't even had our first date yet and you're already inviting me in. I thought you were a nice girl.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Oh Michael, we all know nice girls finish last.
Michael Scofield: So where do you finish?
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Depends on where I start. Deep breath.
[uses stethoscope to listen to Michael's heart beat, and looks up at him. Michael gives her the blue steel and forgets to continue breathing deeply]
Angela West: [suddenly walking in] Sara, we're backing up out here.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Right, sorry. [to Michael]
Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell: [about the rising temperature in the cells] Not that hot?
[he points to an African American cellmate]
Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell: When this guy woke up, he was white!
Michael Scofield: I thought your cousin was trying to move in on your girl.
Fernando Sucre: That's my other cousin but thanks for briniging that up, jackass!
Dr. Marvin Gudat: I can promise you nothing. Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell: Story of my life.
Tattooist: Most guys, you know, for the first time, they start with something small— mom, girlfriend’s initials, something like that. Not you. You got 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 the hell I did.
Michael: [referring to the vault] 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]
[Michael fires his gun at the ceiling]
Michael: I’m sure, Your Honor.
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.
Judge: The closest level one facility would be Fox River State Penitentiary. As for the term of your sentence, I’m setting it at five years. You’ll be eligible for parole in half that time. Sentence to be carried out immediately.
Michael: [to Lincoln] I’m not here on vacation, trust me.
Michael: Maybe you ought to hear what I've 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.
Abruzzi: [to Michael] Kudos, Fish. You’ve got spine.
Lisa: [referring to Lincoln's son, LJ] I figured he could use some fatherly advice before he’s...
Lincoln: Gone forever?
Lisa: I didn’t mean that.
Lincoln: I know you didn’t.
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: [referring to Lincoln] I loved him as much as you did.
Michael: Past tense for you maybe, not me.
Veronica: The evidence was there.
Michael: The evidence was cooked.
Michael: Find out who is trying to bury him
L.J.: I don’t have a father.
Lisa: It wasn’t an immaculate conception, honey, trust me.
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.
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.
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: What’s another word for love?
Michael: What’s the context?
Sucre: Oh, you know... yeah, "I love you so much, I aint never knockin’ over a liquor store again" context.
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: [about the word Michael suggested to be used in a letter Sucre was writing 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.
Sara: I've got news for you, Michael. "Trust me" means absolutely zero inside these walls.
Michael: Wouldn’t think you’d find the daughter of "Frontier Justice" Frank working in a prison—as a doctor, no less.
Sara: I believe in being part of the solution, not the problem.
Michael: Hmm. Be the change you want to see in the world.
Lincoln: You’ve seen the blueprints.
Michael: Better than that. [shows his tattoos] I’ve got 'em on me.
Lincoln: [to Michael] All I keep thinking, looking back onto this, I was set up. I know whoever it was who set me up wants me in the ground as quickly as possible.
Sucre: I wouldn’t get excited if I were you, Fish. You aint sniffin’ none of P.I. (prison industry).
Michael: Why is that?
Sucre: Cause John Abruzzi runs it.
Michael: "John Abruzzi" John Abruzzi?
Sucre: "John Abruzzi" John Abruzzi.
Michael: [about D.B.Cooper] Doesn’t look like the type.
Sucre: Who does?
Sucre: [to Michael] I’m telling you, the guards are the dirtiest gang in this whole place. The only difference between us and them is the badge.
Sucre: [to Michael] Welcome to Prisneyland, Fish.
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.
Pope: Properly propagated?
Michael: Properly propagated.
Sucre: [to Michael] Suggest you take seat, Fish. Nothing to do up here but serve time—and nobody gonna serve it for you.
Bellick: There isn’t any flying under my radar.
Michael: Good to know.
Bellick: You a religious man, Scofield?
Michael: Never really thought about it.
Bellick: Good. Because the Ten Commandments don’t mean a box of **** in here.
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?
Bellick: Your in 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 T-Bag have a real 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 thing's for sure, you just as pretty as advertised. Prettier even.
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: Be the change you want to see in the world.
Abruzzi: Keep your friends close, your enemies closer..!
Sara: 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.
Sara: 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 ain’t doin it with a posse on my ass. Man I oughta beat you six days till Sunday. I lost my conjugals because of your little parcel.
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. [walks off]
Lincoln: That went well.
Michael: Lincoln, we have a problem.
Michael:Preparation will only take you so far. After that you got to take a few leaps of faith.
Sucre: You see these hands? They're digging machines. You want to go to China? I'll get you to China. I'll dig like a psychotic rodent if I have to!
Haywire: He's got the pathway on his body. It leads somewhere. It leads to hell. It's the pathway to hell.
Michael: Let's just say someone's gonna get hurt.
Haywire: There is a maze in your tattoos. Where does the maze take me?
Michael: Get the hell away from me.
[Michael is banging his head against the bars]
Haywire: What, are you nuts?
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.
Abruzzi: And you want us to tell you which one?
Michael: I just want you to help me get to them. I’ll take it from there.
Sara: 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.
Lincoln: It’s all right, just doing your job.
Sara: Yeah, well letting the State know that you’re healthy enough to execute is not why I went to medical school.
Michael: I thought you said your cousin was moving in on your girl.
Sucre: That’s my other cousin, but thanks for bringing that up, jackass.
Pope: The thing is, Mr. Scofield is not our problem any more. Seems there was an error in his paperwork. He's going to be transferred after all.
Michael: That's not possible.
Pope: Escort the prisoner back to his cell.
Michael: Warden, all I need is three weeks. Get off of me! Henry, please! I just need a little time, just give me the time.
Michael: We're not breaking out of a Jamba Juice, gentlemen.
T-Bag: So you see, "friends", either I'm through that hole with you, or I'm gonna sing like Johnny Cash!
Michael: I need you down there. It's a two man job. Let's hang a sheet.
Sucre: No way, man. You only hang a sheet when you and your cellie want to get friendly, you know?
Michael: You wanna protect your prison rep, or do you wanna get out of here?
T-Bag: Not that hot?!
[He points to a black inmate]
T-Bag: When this guy woke up this morning, he was white!
Inmate: We got you a little get well gift.
T-Bag: Awww. Its just the right size. Thank you, boys. I'll catch up with you later.
[T-Bag walks into the cell]
T-Bag: Whats your name?
Seth: Seth.
T-Bag: You new, Seth?
[Seth nods his head]
T-Bag: Look at me, boy. You probably heard stories about me. They're not all true.
[T-Bag pulls out his left trouser pocket]
T-Bag: What do you say we go for a walk.
Michael: It’s just math.
Sucre: What if your math is wrong?
Michael: You’ll drill into one of a dozen gas lines behind the wall. There’ll be an explosion and we’ll be burned alive.
Sucre: But you’re good at math, right?
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 the Fish's idea. It's called the "Hooker Law." It says that if you poke the exact right holes in something big and strong, it gets very weak.
[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: [to Sara] Come on, I won't hurt you.
Michael: [to Sara] You needed help and I..I came to find you...
Sara: Michael, if you're trying to calm me down, you're doing a pretty poor job.
Michael: But I am trying. [both laugh]
Louise: James, I'm not taking sides, bla bla bla, giving james crap and being irritatingly nosey.
James: We all have our crosses to bear.
James and Elaine:[both laugh and go and do shots]
James: I dont think this new place is going to work out
Elaine: Just have a little faith, brother.
Michael: Think of this place like it is a map of the U.S. Our cell over there, that's New York City. The infirmary, our exit, is California. The pipes beneath our feet that connect the two...
Sucre: Route 66.
Michael: Route 66. Our ticket out of here.
T-Bag: I'm feelin' kinda left out. New York, California, St. Louis. What are we discussing?
Michael: Talkin' baseball actually.
T-Bag: Huh. Now that's a subject I just happen to know quite a bit about.
Abruzzi: What a shame. The conversation's over.
T-Bag: Ugh,ugh yeah, Hold up here a minute, oh, hold up here huh... Seems to be a little confusion... I'm suppose to be on this brigade...
Abruzzi: [to the C.O] I don't think so.
T-Bag: Huh, John, you can't be serious, not after all the long and illustrious histories we shared together. All those nights in New York City, in California, in St. Louis. They were good times, weren't they John?.. Tell the badge here about it... but if you don't want to... I certainly could.
Bellick: [to Westmoreland] If you don't tell me who killed Bob before I leave this cell, our friendship goes with it. [Bellick rises] That's a nice cat.
Sue Parsons: I have a source that tells me, if you accept what happened and stop fighting your execution, your son will be left out of this. If not, I hope you said goodbye to him when he left here this morning.
Lincoln: Who are you?
Sue Parsons: One Burrows is going to die. Up to you which one.
Westmoreland: Maybe I did hurt my knee. I did steal that car, and I did accidentally hit that poor lady. But how could I have hijacked a plane in Portland on November 24 when I was in Folsom finishing up a 30-day drunk and disorderly?
Guard: What the hell are you doing' here?
Michael: Clean-up detail - we thought this was storage.
Guard: This look like storage to you, you idiot? It's a restricted area. It's the CO break room. Now back it up!
Nick: If I didn't know any better, I'd say Lucas is sweet on you.
T-Bag: I'm comin' along on this endeavor whether you like it or not. I've got a hell of a singin' voice otherwise.
T-Bag: [about Tweener] Boy's a bit confused about his pigmentation, but he sure does have spunk.
T-Bag: [to Tweener] Blacks don't want you... Whites don't want you. You're a regular tweener.
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?
L.J.: No. Nowhere near it.
Sucre: You think he found the hole?
Bellick: I checked my balance online, 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."
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.
C-Note: [to Michael] 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.
Hale: I swear to God, it just gets deeper and deeper.
Kellerman: What's that supposed to mean?!
Hale: I'm just saying that if I knew that this was how things were gonna turn out, I would have taken that crap job with the feds. Sitting by a desk all day drinking coffe and sharpening pencils. God, that sounds good.
Kellerman: Keep talking like that, I'll be forced to put a bullet in your head.
Michael: You threw away your flowers.
Sara: 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: Michael, I think there's cynicism and then there's realism -
Michael: - and there's optimism? Hope? Faith?
Sara: This coming from an eight-toed guy locked away in a penitentiary!
Michael: (smiles) Toes are over-rated.
Sara: Thank you for trying to make me smile. Not today
Michael: You never know
Michael: Still interested in getting in on P.I.?
Tweener: Does my momma got big breasteses?
Michael: I wouldn't know.
Tweener: Hell yeah she does and hell yeah I do.
Michael: [Referring to PI pay] It pays 19 cents an hour.
Tweener: 19 cents an hour?! That's slavery, yo!
Michael: It's prison, yo.
C-Note: [to T-Bag] Are you telling me that there's a hole in Fox River that you don't want to get into?
Abruzzi: OK, let's rotate! [to T-Bag] Sergeant Sodomy, you're up next!
Michael: We've got too many people. One of them has to go.
Sara: I'm not a jealous woman. But I'm a careful one. And for some reason, when I'm around you, I'm not...careful.
Michael: You don't have to be.
Sara: Yes, I do. There are so many questions surrounding you, Michael. There are way too many.
Sara: So you're married.
Michael: Uh, well, not in the traditional sense of the word.
Tweener: Why you need this watch so bad anyway?
Michael: Let's just say it means a lot to someone in my family.
Bellick: Says here they got married the day before Scofield robbed that bank.
Geary: Why the hell would he do that?
C-Note: You know, your parents must be so proud of you, man. I mean, hitting the trailer-park trifecta: racist, pedophile, and stupid.
Guard: Scofield, move it. It's time for your conjugal - your wife is here.
Nick: We just learned that Vice President Reynolds funneled millions of dollars in research grants into her brother's company. That money was filtered into millions of small accounts that made millions of small donations to her campaign, setting her up to be the next leader of the free world. This doesn't end with us stopping an execution any more.
Veronica: For me it does.
Michael: You kept it.
Sara: Kept what?
Michael: The flower.
Sara: Well, I'm a pack rat, I never throw anything out.
Michael: Yeah. The clutter in here is, uh... overwhelming.
Sara: You should see my apartment.
Michael: Whoa! We haven't even been on our first date and you're already inviting me in. I thought you were a nice girl.
Sara: Michael, everyone knows that nice girls finish last.
Michael: So where do you finish?
Sara: That depends on where I start. Deep breath.
T-Bag: [to Westmoreland] You know what I can't understand is why somebody like you wants to get out of here anyways. How you gonna survive, huh? The world is all different now, scary. They got computer phones, boobies made out of silicone, you won't know what to do!
Bellick: Maybe "whore" is too strong. What do you call a girl who married a felon to get into the United States? What'd she have to come here for anyway? No strip clubs in Whatzit-stan?
T-Bag: What's that smell? It smells a little like... conspiracy.
T-Bag: After all I've done, maybe I do deserve to die. Maybe I do, but you are no better than me.
Abruzzi: But I can be, if I want! God has given me the chance to choose. Maybe I should give you a chance as well.
T-Bag: Hey John, you know actually, about Jesus, [slits Abbruzi's throat] say hi to him for me, will ya?
Michael: We're not getting out of here.
T-Bag: Unfortunately, pretty, that ain't an option.
T-Bag: Now lisen pretty, I am serving life plus one. Now you don't get us outta here, I'ma through in homicide with that, no problem. That's like a parking ticket to me.
Sucre: [on the phone with the hospital] The name is John Abruzzi, A-B-R-U-Z-Z...I don't care what protocol is, I just wanna know if he's okay. Hello? Hello? [dial tone]
C-Note: Now, you know what? There are two things that everybody needs to get with here. [to T-Bag] First, hillbilly, you have got to learn some respect. The man here made everything possible. [to Michael] And you, Fish, you have got to get with that we are doing this thing this afternoon, as soon as we get on PI.
Michael: [laughing] So you're just gonna make a run for it, in the middle of the day?
C-Note: Well, you gotta do what you gotta do, huh, baby?
Michael: You are gonna screw this whole thing up...
C-Note: It's not for you to decide anymore. Now, this train is leaving the station, and I suggest you get on it.
T-Bag: Get on the train, Fish, get on the train...
Michael: Well you know what, you sons of bitches? I won't let you do it.
T-Bag: What you gonna do, blow the whistle on your own escape?
Lincoln: I came in here a man. Give me the strength to walk out of here a man.
Lincoln: I've never given a damn about what people thought of me. Never. Last couple of days - got to admit, you know... Lee Harvey Oswald, John Wilkes Booth... Lincoln Burrows. I'm going to go down in history with these freaks. [pauses] Bitch of it all is - I didn't do it.
Governor Tancredi: [to Sara] It's not like you're asking me for a new bike here, kitten.
[Michael hums tunelessly while looking at a hand of cards]
Lincoln: You letting me win, Michael?
Michael: No...
Lincoln: Mm hmm, show me your cards.
Michael: I'm not going to show you my cards.
Lincoln: Show me your cards.
Michael: I'm not going to show you my cards!
Lincoln: Give me your cards!
[grabs the cards out of Michael's hand and slaps them on the table]
Michael: [sheepishly] Gin.
Lincoln: Funny that...
Michael: Is there any news on the appeal?
Lincoln: Don't know.
Michael: 'Cause there could still be a ch....
Lincoln: Stop... Michael, please - this is going to happen. I gotta get my head straight. Let's just share memories, swap stories, talk about the damn weather - anything but torturing myself with the idea of hope. I can't take it anymore.
Michael: So if something happenes to the chair, he's got three more weeks?
Westmoreland: There's a lot of protocol in killin' a man, new death warrant, another medical clearance.
Michael: A lot can happen in three weeks.
Tweener: Yo, what scripes yo.
Michael: Thanks,
Tweener: What y'all talkin' bout?
Westmoreland: Nothing.
T-Bag: Remember, pretty, I am servin' life plus one. So if I get busted for attempted escape, I'm goin' to throw in a homicide no problem, that's like a parkin' ticket to me.
T-Bag: [to Michael] You owe me a ticket out of here, pretty. And I will collect.
Guard: Is everything alright, Doc?
Sara: Yeah, everything's fine.
Guard: [referring to Lincoln] Why isn't he handcuffed to the table?
Sara: What's he gonna do? Steal a cotton ball?
Bellick: So you like doing that too?
Tweener: Dippin' the fry in the shake? Hells yeah.
Bellick: Mmm, good times, good times.
Bellick: How's it going in here?
Jerry: Ready for lift-off.
Bellick: [to Tweener] You better start selling your ass.
Bellick: My God, you cons are slower than a spelling bee full of stutterers!
C-Note: Wait a minute - why are you changing the plan, man? We're already through that room beneath the infirmary, that's all we gotta do is get through that pipe and we're home free!
Michael: There's a reason they replaced it with a twelve-inch pipe, Darwin - people can't get through it.
T-Bag: You tellin' me to get to the infirmary we gotta go through the Whack Shack?!
C-Note: We'll be like ducks in a shooting range, you feel me?
Guard: Hurry it up con!
C-Note: Your plan sucks, snowflake.
Lincoln: [while in the electric chair about to be electrocuted] It's him! Michael!
Veronica: What's he saying?
Lincoln: Michael, turn around! It's him!
Veronica: What do you think he's saying?
Lincoln: Michael, turn around!
Michael: Rough night? I got your message, what's the problem?
Lincoln: I lost my keys. [Michael drops them into Lincoln's hands] Where'd you find them?
Michael: About four feet that way.
Lincoln: I must have dropped them.
Michael: I have to get back to work. Speaking of which, I heard you got fired a few weeks ago, what was it this time?
Lincoln: Do you really wanna know, or are you just enjoying the view from your high horse?
Michael: You know what I want, to not have to be the older brother for my older brother.
Veronica: You want to know what the 90 grand was for?
Michael: I think I do.
Veronica: You!
Michael: What do you mean?
Veronica: The money you got when you were 18, from your mother's life insurance, the money that paid for your degree, that got you this job, that bought you your loft. Your mother never had life insurance, that money came from Lincoln.
Michael: How?
Veronica: He borrowed it, knew it'd be tough to pay back, but that didn't matter because he thought you deserved it. He also knew you'd never accept it if you knew it came from him. Michael, you are where you are because of your brother.
Michael: You're telling me... he is where he is because of me.
Michael: [as they are about to kiss, the phone rings] I'm sorry.
Veronica: What? [looks at phone and sees Lincoln's name] You gonna answer it?
Michael: He'll leave a message, he always does.
Michael: They didn’t even let her testify.
Lincoln: Who?
Michael: Leticia Berris, and that cop changed his story a dozen times.
Lincoln: What part of move on don't you get?
Michael: After Mom died, when it was just you and me, I remember having trouble sleeping, never knowing where you were, but when I'd wake up in the morning there'd be this paper bird, an origami crane sitting next to my bed and I never knew what it meant exactly, but I figured it was your way of letting me know you were checking in on me. Anyway... I looked it up, the crane, stands for familial obligation, watching out for your own. Maybe it my turn I watched out for you.
Michael: Here's the part I don't understand, all the evidence is lining up in a path that leads directly to you. They say they have you on tape, pulling the trigger. If you didn't kill Terrence Steadman, how the hell did someone make it look like you did?
Michael: Linc, I owe you an apology.
Lincoln: For what?
Michael: The night you called, if we'd talked, maybe I could have stopped...
Lincoln: Hey, hey, hey, this isn’t your fault.
Michael: Then whose is it?
Lincoln: Listen up, you need to forget about this, move on, work hard, do what you do.
Michael: I can’t do that.
Lincoln: Oh yes you can, and you will.
T-Bag: You brought that old dirty bastard right on home, there was a candle in the window just waiting for me to walk up those front steps. You know I'm gonna get out of here someday, and when I do, don't think that I won't remember what your front steps looks like, Susan.
[Susan spits at T-Bag's viewing window]
Michael: Honestly Linc, I don't know how it's come to this. And you can't keep blaming mom for dying and dad for leaving cause I was there too. The difference is I got out. Mom had life insurance, I took my half, put myself through school. What'd you do with your half Link?
Lincoln: Everything is not always how it looks, Michael.
Michael: I hope for your sake that's true.
Michael: So... same time tomorrow?
Lincoln: They're.. um.. transferring me to a prison, where I'll wait until they execute me.
Michael: Can I still visit?
Lincoln: Yeah, not that far... a place called Fox River.
Michael: Fox River?
Lincoln: Yeah... why?
Michael: Nothing.
Avocado: [referring to Tweener] Look at 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.
Tweener: Come on man I just need some time.
Bellick: You had your time, you're a waste of my fries.
Tweener: [after the whole crew dumps their dirty paint brushes in Tweener's bucket for him to clean] A'ight, sorry I busted up the party, yo.
Michael: I put my blood into this. [starts punching the wall frantically]
Michael: I need for you to draw the picture for me.
Haywire: Who are you?
T-Bag: Trust me, son. When I play cards, it ain't gamblin'.
T-Bag: What are we, the A train? Everyone gets to ride with us?
T-Bag: Woo! Looks like the bank of Africa wasn't allowing any withdrawals.
Michael: Geary.
Pope: Geary.
Michael: He shakes cons down for money, anything he can get his hands on. He knew I went to college, so he must've... he must have thought I was rich or something.
Pope: I've never seen one of these requests granted before....not ever.
Lincoln: Good lawyers.
Pope: No lawyer is that good.
T-Bag: A full house...that's a concept a Mexican should be quite familiar with. Eh, Zazu?
Westmoreland: Outliving your wife, that's bad enough. Outliving your daughter, no man should have to do that.
Haywire: It's the pathway to hell.
Michael: No it's not, it's just the opposite.
Haywire: I remember.
Guard: What the hell are you staring at, anyway?
Lincoln: Everything...
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 I'll be scraping you off the heel of my boot.
Tweener: Scofield and this whole PI crew, they're escaping.
[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. In this room, in this place.
Sara: Until then, I can't... we can't... damn it... I can't... and I gotta go.
Michael: How are you?
Sara: I'm fine, you?
Michael: Fine.
Sara: Can I have your hand please?
Nurse Katie: Here they are.
Sara: Here what are?
Nurse Katie: Your keys. They were right over there by your endbox. You got a maintenance guy waiting outside here said you wanted to change the locks. You want me to call him off?
Sara: [she glares at Michael] No, send him in.
Maintenance man: Is it okay if I...
Sara: Yeah, we're about done here. [Michael looks worried] 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 out of here.
Tweener: Yeah, 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 L.J.'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: 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 setbacks.
Abruzzi: Still planning on it?
Governor Tancredi: What was it your mother used to say? It's always nice to be invited to the dance even if you don't have the right shoes.
Sara: Yeah. She also used to say that your father is a lying bastard.
Governor Tancredi: [to Sara] I will not discuss morality with an addict and a thief.
Avocado: How many times I gotta say it? You only got one thing I need.
Sucre: [looking at the police approaching them] What do we do now?
Michael: We run.
T-Bag: [about being handcuffed to Michael] I guess it was just meant to be, eh fellas?
Abruzzi: [chops off T-Bag's hand] He's lucky I didn't take this to his head.
Sucre: You...you cut his....you cut his...
Lincoln: Sucre, shut up! C'mon, let's go.
Sucre: [gesturing to T-Bag] We can't just leave him here...
C-Note: You wanna stay here, be my guest.
Bellick: We don't need you. We are on these guys' trail and it's just a matter of time 'til we nail them.
Agent Mahone: The problem I find with being on a trail is that by definition, you'll always be behind your prey.
Abruzzi: These trousers are a little bit too short. Don't you think?
Lincoln: Chop your feet off. You're good at that.
Sucre: This jacket isn't exactly the best thing, you know what I'm saying?
Michael: You want variety? Hit Target.
Agent Ives: The warden down at Fox River called, asking to be kept in the loop. What should I tell him?
Agent Mahone: Tell him he's no longer in it.
Agent Mahone: I really do, professionally speaking, have a lot of admiration for Lincoln and Michael.
L.J.: Cool. Now we are buddies.
Agent Mahone: You know, for someone who's so convinced that the government is capable of so many underhanded things, you sure are playing fast and loose with me.
L.J.: What are you gonna do, throw another fake murder charge on me?
Lincoln: [to L.J., on the phone] On the third, look out for Otis Wright. Until then, keep your head up.
Lincoln: [to Michael] If this doesn't work out and you end up going back to Fox River, I ain't coming to get you. I mean, you are the brains and I am the brute.
Lincoln: Man, it's quiet out here. Inside, there was always noise, you know? Someone yelling, guards making rounds... I got used to it.
Michael: You're right. We should go back.
[Both start laughing]
Michael: Breaking out was just the beginning, now it gets a little more interesting.
Lincoln: Mmm hmm. 'Cos me being strapped into an electric chair wasn't interesting enough.
Lincoln: The car could blow any second, Michael.
Michael: Well, the Feds are going to be here in about two minutes. If it doesn't look like we're dead, we will be. Rock, paper, scissors?
[Lincoln starts to walk towards the car]
Michael: Linc!
Lincoln: It's my turn.
Governor Tancredi: Sara. I paid your bail.
Sara: You took your time.
Governor Tancredi: I'm the governor. I do have things to do...
Sara: Go to hell, dad.
Bellick: I knew the little whore would take us right to 'em.
Kellerman: [to Sara] This really is like the best pie I’ve ever had. [pause] Do you know what it needs, though?
Sara: Hmm?
Kellerman: Some crack.
Sara: [laughs]
Kellerman: No... you know... not a lot... a pinch.
Sara: A pinch of crack?
Kellerman: A pinch of crack. A pinch of crack, a dollop of smack... mmm... that's good pie.
Sara: That's so wrong.
Sara: [answers her cell phone] Hello.
Michael: Sara. It's me.
Sara: [walks away from Kellerman] What do you want?
Michael: I don't have time to talk and there's every chance that they're listening to this call right now, but there's a lot I want to say. Please don't hang up on me.
Sara: I don't...I don't want to talk to you.
Michael: [rest forehead against the wall] I heard about...I heard about what happened, and I want you to know...I want you to know how sorry I am for everything.
Sara: Sorry's not going to do me a whole lot of good with what I'm up against right now.
Michael: Listen, anyone with any ties to me and my brother is in danger now.
Sara: I have no ties to you and your brother anymore.
Michael: There's a way I can protect you. It's already in your possession.
Sara: [running her hands through her hair] What are you talking about?
Michael: It was real, Sara. You and me, it's real [pause and then hangs up].
Sara: Michael? [Kellerman looks up]
Abruzzi: I kneel only to God. I don't see him here.
Kellerman: [to Sara] I've got skeletons in my closet too, and one of them wears a dress.
Michael: Tell me that’s not what I know it is.
T-Bag: Oh it is. But don't worry. Before I destroyed it I committed it to my photographic memory. I would have tattooed it to my body but I didn’t have the time.
T-Bag: Don't you feel all warm inside now that we're all working together?
Michael: We're not working together. You're just here to lend a hand.
Lincoln: Before or after Sheep Road?
[silence]
Michael: What's the matter, Theodore, did you forget?
T-Bag: How could I forget a road called Sheep?
Store clerk: Maybe I know your grandpa... What's his name?
Tweener: His name is Grandpa!
Agent: Do you think he's a genius or a whack job?
Mahone: I think we answered that question when we assigned 100 agents to the case.
Lincoln: The ranch is gone Michael.
Michael: Well the 5 million may not be.
T-Bag: And you gonna find it how? What, you got a divining rod tattooed on your ass?
Michael: I DON'T WANNA HEAR ANYTHING FROM YOUR MOUTH OTHER THAN WHAT YOUR PHOTOGRAPHIC MEMORY SLIPS OUT REGARDING THAT MAP!
T-Bag: You watch your tone with me, boy.
Michael: I'll watch you get tossed to the side of the road to fend for yourself, boy. Because if you can't remember where that silo was, you're worthless to us.
Michael:You see these 2 trees? They’re shorter than the rest. They were all planted at the same time. But those 2 didn’t get as much sunlight.
Lincoln: Something was in their way.
Michael: The silo. Our money should be right there, under that garage.
T-Bag: You better be right, boy.
Michael: This isn’t a high end subdivision. They slapped this place up overnight. The silo’s foundations might still be there. To save money they probably just laid that concrete for the garage floor right on top of it. We’ll dig straight down. If we hit the foundation, we stay. If not, we go.
Jeanette: A systems what?
Michael: Its a systems diagnostics test. Footage from our gopher's cam picked up exactly where your line was... corrupted.
Jeanette: And who corrupted it? You guys?
Michael: Maybe. All I know is that my supervisor called and said that he wants me and my crew to get over here and fix that problem double quick, double time.
Jeanette: So, you're not with the electric company?
Michael: No, ma'am. Now feel free to call your company, but I should tell you all they'll do is send over some tech. Maybe tomorrow, if you're lucky. And he'll spend a whole day trying to find the problem and another day trying to fix it. But we're here right now. And we're ready to turn your juice back on.
Jeanette: (interested) My juice?
Michael: That's right.
T-Bag: We really need to get started ma'am. Wouldn't want a pretty little thing like yourself sittin' in the dark tonight, now would we?
Jeanette: Well that depends on who I'm sitting with.
T-Bag: Touché!
C-note: (To Michael) What's up, snowflake?
Michael: Well as always your timing is flawless
C-note: I don't follow.
Michael: Lemme try and explain it to you. We're trying to run something here. We can't have people walking in from the street.
C-note: Oh! Oh ok, so you want us to leave and then you can just mail us the check?
Michael: (walking over to Fernando Sucre) Sucre, I know you trust me. And you know I'll cut you in on that money. But the two of you being here right now jeopardizes everything.
Sucre: I'm not going nowhere. I want my share of the money.
C-note: Ok man, hold on man. Ain't we did this dance before? Y'know I say I want in. You say no. Then I threaten to tell somebody about what's going on here. And then you decide to play nice and we're one big happy family! Why don't we just stop wasting time, alrite?
C-note: Hey man, you still alive?
T-Bag: And kicking, homeboy.
Jeanette: Could you do something for me?
T-Bag: I'm certain of it.
Jeanette: Come here. (whispers) only you have to be very discreet.
T-Bag: They don't come any discreeter.
Jeanette: You know that big guy? The strong guy that doesn't speak much? Would you go in there and ask him if he would like to have a drink with me after he punches out, please?
T-Bag: (referring to Jeanette) She's got the hots for the big, strong one!
Lincoln: (after disarming the lady cop) Let's be civil. Stop. Relax. Here you go.
Michael: Why couldn't it just be a silo? In the middle of a field with no one around?
Lincoln: Figure it out. We can get the money another way.
Michael: 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 done. That's over the wall, Linc. For everyone.
Sara: Hey Bruce
Bruce: Oh hi, Sara
Sara: I'm trying to get a hold of dad, I need to reach him on his cell.
Bruce: He actually just landed. Should be home soon. I don’t know if he’s gonna be in much of a mood to talk, though.
Sara: Why?
Bruce: Your father got a call from the White House. They withdrew his nomination.
Sara: What?! I talked to him 2 hours ago, he didn’t say anything about that.
Bruce: It just happened. According to them, his confirmation was going to be a problem.
Sara: We had the votes, right?
Bruce: Super majority.
Sara: Ok, so, president Reynolds pulled the plug on a sure thing in order to start over from scratch? How often does something like that happen in politics?
Bruce: Never.
Lincoln: Since when did we become kidnappers? That ain't right.
Michael: Well, we can buy a conscience tomorrow.
Lincoln: Well yeah, closing your eyes ain't gonna make it go away.
Michael: I'll take 5 minutes of a situation I can control over 50 years of one I can't anyday.
C-Note: Why don’t you get down in that hole and dig, man.
T-Bag: How ‘bout you backin’ up, dark fella?
C-Note: You’re a long way away from home, trailer park. I can put you in that hole and nobody’d ever hear you scream
Patoshik: You don't move around too well, do ya?
Lincoln: You can still come with me.
Michael: No, I can do this.
Lincoln: And if you can't?
Michael: Then we still meet up. Exactly where we planned.
Lincoln: Bolshay Booze.
Michael: Bolshoi.
Lincoln: Bolshoi. L.J's gonna be with me.
Michael: You remember how to get there?
Lincoln: How can I forget?
Michael: Thursday night. 6 o clock. It's our last shot. If we do this right, we're gone - forever.
Lincoln: Lotta ground to cover in 3 days.
Michael: Lotta ground.
Lincoln: All right. Take care. (hugging Michael)
Michael: They'll be gunning for you. They'll get you any way they can so...
Lincoln: Yup!
Michael: Tell L.J. Tell him I said there'll be a surf board with his name on it.
Lincoln: Nice.
Sara: My father's not a suicidal man.
Lady Cop: What were you in for?
Sucre: I don't wanna talk, lady.
Lady Cop: I'm a prisoner in my own house. Least you can offer me is a little conversation. Alrite, just let me know when I hit it. Murder? Rape? Kidnapping? Sexual abuse? Child sexual abuse?
Sucre: Aggravated robbery.
Tweener: Know what? You were right. Does feel good to get stuff off your chest. Sorry I had to play you like that, bro.
Michael: So this is how its gonna go down. After everything? Once a thief always a thief.
Sucre: You just figuring that out?
Sara: Making sure it doesn't look like I did it! People will ask questions if the day the governor was found killing himself, his daughter is found dead in what looks like a struggle.
Michael: Adios amigos, huh?
Sucre: What, too much?
Michael: You were great.
Sucre: (to Michael) Its gonna be OK, rite? I mean, if you can get eight people of prison, you can get my Puerto Rican ass out of this, rite? Can't you?
Agent Kim: What does an origami bird have to do with any of this?
Kellerman: Michael Scofield sent it to her? And since your brilliant plan to eliminate Sara Tancredi from the equation failed so completely -
Agent Kim: - I wouldn't say it failed completely...
Kellerman: There's a dead woman in a phonebooth. Civilian. Certain number of bodies you can sweep under the rug. President's rug is getting so full you can barely stand on it.
Sucre: Look Michael, I understand if you have to keep going, you know?
Michael: Just shut up. I'm not going anywhere.
Sucre: No, no, just think about it -
Michael: You know, if I leave, you drown.
Sucre: No, I know I just...
Michael: 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.
'Sucre: How long have you got if you stay? How long ‘til the dogs lead the cops to you?
Michael: What you're suggesting is not an option.
Sucre: Look, 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.
Sucre: They say people come into your life for a reason. Maybe my reason was to help you get out of Fox River, you know? To help you save your brother.
Michael: No
Sucre: Its okay, Papi. Let me go.
Sucre: Hey, Petey. Uh, its me. Listen, I've got something to tell you.
Petey: Yeah well I was wondering when you were gonna call.
Sucre: Yeah a lot has come down since we talked, uh...
Petey: Yeah, I know. I heard. You ruined it!
Sucre: Yeah, uh, you heard already?
Petey: Well, brother, everybody's heard man. And let me tell you something man, Hector is pissed!
Sucre: What does Hector have to do with it?
Petey: Well, it was his wedding! Wait man, what are you talking about?
Sucre: Your bike. What are you talking about?
Petey: The wedding.
Sucre: What about the wedding?
Petey: Well you know the part where you say "I do"? Maricruz said "I don't".
Sucre: She did?
Petey: Left homeboy standing at the altar holding his spam in his hands, if you know what I'm saying. What were you telling me about my bike?
(Sucre hangs up)
Sucre: At the river. I told you to leave me behind.
Michael: Yeah, I tried but you know I got tangled up in the rope so...
L.J.: Lemme get this straight. You paid that meth head to whoop my ass?
Lincoln: Yeah. Feds waiting for me to come get you. It worked didn't it?
L.J.: Yeah, it got me four stitches!
Sara: There's one more bird.
Lincoln: Listen, all the charges against you have been dropped. Free and clear to start a new life, a good life. Not constantly running and looking over your shoulder -
L.J.: You want me to leave?
Lincoln: No... no.
L.J.: Good. 'Cause I'm not.
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!
Lincoln: I saw you checking out those girls back at the diner.
L.J.: What?
Lincoln: C'mon. 'fess up.
L.J.: I was just making sure they weren't staring at us.
Lincoln: With what? Their asses? Beautiful girls in Panama. They love Americans.
L.J.: Cool.
Lincoln: So, how long have you known about girls?
L.J.: Long enough.
Lincoln: Since when?
L.J.: 13
Lincoln: 13. With who?
L.J.: Donna Ensalmy
Lincoln: She was the kid next door. She was about f-
L.J.: Four years older than me?
Lincoln: Your mom was paying her for French lessons.
L.J.: Well, she earned the money.
Agent Mahone: Pam, I really can't talk right now.
Michael: Maybe I should call back.
Agent Mahone: Who is this?
Michael: I think you already know.
Agent 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.
Agent Mahone: Find out about what?
Michael: Oscar Shales. You remember? The one that got away. Except he didn't get too far, did he?
Agent Mahone: Ah, you're slippin' Scofield.
Michael: Maybe. Let's hypothesize for a moment. Let's pretend I was the one who caught Shales. I don't think I could've just handed that psychopath over to the court. Not after he'd eluded me for so long. Made me look bad.
Agent Mahone: You 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. Not unless you had to hide something. Or someone. That's what all the lye was about, wasn't it? See because there are two kinds of lye. In small amounts the first one can be a gardener's best friend. In large bags the other kind decomposes bodies.
Agent 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. Its 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?
Agent Mahone: Like a dead man talking.
Michael: I know its not how you wanted us to play out. But sometimes things happen that are just... out of your control. This is one of those times. Take care of yourself.
Bellick: You tell me where the money is or I'm gonna read it on your tombstone.
T-Bag: Okay. Okay. I'll give you a clue. It ain't here.
Michael: I've arranged for us to meet in Panama. We are meeting up with my brother tomorrow.
Sara: Wait, that's your plan? To run away to Panama with the two most wanted men in America? Michael, I came here because I thought you were going to have real answers for me.
Michael: This is an answer. And right now, it's the only one we've got.
Sara: Running away into the sunset with the man who lied to me? Really? I mean, did you know about the other guys? Did you know that I would be putting T-Bag back out into the street?
Michael: I never meant for that to happen. I was doing what I needed to do. My brother was going to die.
Sara: And my father is dead.
Bellick: Get the stool.
Geary:What stool?
Bellick: The stool.
Michael: First word of advice: Stop. Because when you get close, I will win everytime.
Agent Mahone: You think?
Michael: I'm not the one in the cage.
Agent Mahone: No, you're not. There's one big difference between you and I, Michael. You just proved it. You can't kill. And that's what's gonna to take to stop me because I don't have the same reservations. I can't. So whether it's today in Gila, or tomorrow in Albuquerque, or two months from now in Panama... I will get you. [whispers] I don't have a choice.
Sara: Michael, tell me something. You think there is a part of you that enjoys this?
Michael: Peroxide in an open wound? No.
Sara: I mean, escaping from prison and being on the run, and the danger, and the fear, and the rush and all that. It uh... it feels to me like chasing a high? And... and I know what that's like and I should know better by now.
Lincoln: Lincoln Junior.
Aldo: You named him after yourself.
Lincoln: I wasn't going to name him "Aldo".
Kellerman: As you can see... Hi, my name is not Lance and I am not an addict.
Kellerman: So, where is it?
Sara: I don't know what you are talking about.
Kellerman: Where is it?
Sara: I don't know what you are talking about.
Kellerman: Where is it?
Sara: I don't know what you are talking about.
Kellerman: Sara, there is a next step involved in this and you don't want to experience that.
Sara: I swear to God I don't know what you are talking about. My father didn't give me anything. I don't know what you are talking about.
Michael: If I surrender now, I lose everyone I love.
Priest: But do you lose your soul in the process?
Michael: Well, we all have our crosses to bear.
Lincoln: I'll tell you how it's going to end. Me staring in your dead eye with my hand around your throat.
Agent Kim: You don't even know who I am.
Kellerman: Who are you risking your life for? Lincoln Burrows. Street thug. And why is that your concern? I mean, is there somewhere in the Hippocratic Oath where it says, "I pledge to risk my life for those who don't care about mine" because they don't care about yours. Burrows and Michael Scofield? They just used you.
Sara: Are you surprised that there are people in the world that stand up to people like you? Are you that far gone?
Kellerman: That's cute. Sad... but cute.
Sara: Go to hell.
Kellerman: [pulls Sara's head down to the water] You know what? Drowning is horrific. Don't get me wrong but once you give in, you just let the water come into your lungs and there is a certain euphoria, I hear. I guess as a junkie, I thought maybe you'd appreciate that.
Aldo: We can fix this. I came back so that we can fix this.
Michael: This can never be fixed.
Detective Slattery: You left Chicago to see the sights in Tribune, Kansas?
Detective Slattery: Mr Bellick...
Brad: Brad.
Detective Slattery: Brad, I really don't care what you are doing out here. We are both in the law enforcement. We can both sniff out a perp like a hot fart. Pardon my french. And we both know you're not a criminal. So, I don't care if you boys were out here whooping it without your wives or... going brokeback.
Brad: Hell, no.
Agent Mahone: I'm so tired of playing games.
Coyote: Well, start typing.
Mahone: [pulls the plug from a machine] No external pacemaking. [presses a button] Hey, this is a good one. No morphine drip.
Nurse: Hey, what are you doing?
Mahone: F.B.I., out, out, out! [kicks the door close]
Coyote: What the hell are you doing?
Mahone: Giving you a little incentive.
Micheal: Fly safe, Papi.
Sucre: [steps into the plane] Give 'em hell.
Lincoln: What about your friend out there?
Michael: If we're gonna go down, might as well go down swinging.
Agent Mahone: Turn around. TURN AROUND!
Michael: If you're gonna murder us Alex, you have to look us in the eyes while you do it.
Agent Mahone: Shut up.
Lincoln: You want me, you got me. Let my brother go!
Agent Mahone: I don't want either of you. I JUST WANT MY LIFE BACK!
Michael: You'd kill two innocent men to get it, huh?
Agent Mahone: Absolutely.
Agent Kim: Give me one good reason why those brothers are still alive.
Kellerman: Bad day, Bill?
Agent Kim: Sorry I thought this was someone who still existed. How's the jerky business, Owen?
Kellerman: Actually it's looking pretty good right about now.
Michael: You know we have no idea what's behind that door?
Lincoln: Nope... you ready?
Michael: No, you?
Lincoln: No.
Michael: Let's go.
T-Bag: Don't be frightened. Teddy's home.
Kellerman: President Reynolds ruined your life, she ruined my life. You wanna take the bitch down? You just found your inside man but it's gotta be RIGHT NOW.
T-Bag: This is what my auntie used to call Hobo Chicken. One part chicken, two parts spice, and three parts actual hobo.
T-Bag: I, uh, know fowl isn't part of a traditional brunch per se, but I have found a lean meat can act as an aparetif to awaken the palet for more subtle flavors and textures such as... Mama mia! Pumpkin cinnamon bread with fresh strawberries and cream!
Haywire: I just wanna go...
Caroline: [in a televised statement] In the best interest of this country effect of immediately, I am stepping down as president of the United States.
Lincoln: She ain't the president, the tape's useless.
Michael: She can't pardon anyone.
Lincoln: We've got nothing.
Michael: There's only thing we can do. We've got to disappear... forever.
Lechero : Without rules we are nothing but savages [...] This fight is engaged with only one rule. No weapons. Only man versus man.
[Michael's foe is paralyzed by Mahone after his attempt to stab Michael with a knife]
Mahone: [to Lechero] No weapons. Rules are rules, remember? If we don't have them, we're all savages. Night-clerk: Sona is a one way street, what goes in, never comes back out, unless its dead.