Prison Break

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Prison Break (2005–2017) is an American television series about a structural engineer who incarcerates himself into a prison in order to help his falsely accused brother escape his death sentence.

Season 1[edit]

Pilot [1.1][edit]

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 to hell I did.

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

Sucre: [to Michael] Welcome to Prisneyland, Fish.

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

Lincoln: You’ve seen the blueprints.
Michael: Better than that. [shows his tattoos] I’ve got 'em on me.

Allen [1.2][edit]

Bellick: You're 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 all. 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're 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.

Abruzzi: Keep your friends close, your enemies closer...!

Cell Test [1.3][edit]

[Two CO's are carrying Michael to the infirmary. They come out of an elevator and then ask for someone to help Michael]
CO: We need some help here! [They rush him in through the hall till they find Sara]
Sara: Take him up in the three. Katie I'm gonna need ten cc's of xylocaine. [The CO's bring Michael into the infirmary and help him to seat in the stretcher. He's almost crying and covers his eyes to hide it. Sara puts her gloves on and looks at the CO's]
Sara: Thanks guys, I'll take him from here. [They hesitate. Sara looks them again firmly] I said 'Thank you, I'll take him from here'. [One of the CO's threws Michael's boot to the floor]
CO: Let's go. [They leave. Michael's foot is cover with a sock and and is bleeding badly. Sara looks the CO's leaving and then she turns to Michael]
Sara: Ok, let's take a look at you. [Michael is finally crying. Sara is about to remove the bleeding sock but Michael stops her] You're Ok, you're ok. [Michael sees that two of his toes have been cut off a big tear escapes from his eyes, then he lays back in the stretcher covering his eyes with his hands]
Sara: What happened?

[Sara comes out the infirmary room to talk with Bellick, he start walking off, she follows him. He stops and takes off his cap to speak to her]
Sara: I think you'd better have I.A. start an investigation. [Offering him a report. He doesn't take it]
Bellick: Oh, there's no need. We know what happened.
Sara: [Ironic] Uh, perhaps you'd be good enough to enlighten me?
Bellick: There was a pair of gardening shears left on the floor of the shed. Evidently, he stepped on them.
Sara: Blade went right through his boot huh?
Bellick: Yeah.
Sara: So, uh, why wasn't the boot still on his foot?
[Bellick smiles at her frigidly]
Bellick: Like a said, doc. We've got it taken care. [Puts his cap on again and talks to the CO's] Let's go.

[Inside the infirmary room. Michael is sitting on the stretcher, and Sara is on her seat, just in front of him]
Sara: [Putting a sticking plaster on the fresh bandage] No redness or swelling, so it's no sign of infection. I’ll keep you on antibiotics for the next ten days. [Michael is looking at his foot, serious] You should be good. [She looks up to Michael and gets up walking to a desk next to the door] Michael, you understand by law I'm obligated to file a report if I feel there's been prisoner misconduct? [Sara looks at him. Michael's still serious. Putting his sock on, slowly] There's no way this injury happened by stepping on a blade in a garden shed.
Michael: If you fill a report things could get a lot worse for me.
Sara: They're not already?
Michael: Not compared to what they could be. [Sara looks down. He smiles] I've made some enemies.
[Sara breaths and look at him again, worried]
Sara: Yeah... Scared?
[He looks at her]
Sara: Men. OK. 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.
Sara: If you want, I could recommend you be sent to Ad-Seg.
Michael: [Gets up] With the rape victims and the snitches.
Sara: [Still trying to convince him to take care of himself] It would keep you safe.
Michael: Thanks, but I think I'd like to face the monsters on my own.
[He leaves. Sara looks away, worried]

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: Preparation will only take you so far. After that you got to take a few leaps of faith.

Cute Poison [1.4][edit]

Sara: Good afternoon Mr. Scofield. [She closes the door behind her]
Michael: Hello.
Sara: How you feeling today? [Takes a look at him]
Michael: We're good.
[She looks at him again and sees the band aid on his eyebrow. Leaves the tray at a table and sits down next to him.]
Sara: What happened?
Michael: Uh, caught an elbow playing basketball.
Sara: Uh-huh. Mind if I take a look?
Michael: By all means.
[She removes the band aid and takes a look. Her face turns more serious.]
Sara: You know you're going to get killed in here, right? If you're not careful.
[Michael is looking at her with a little smile on his face. Then looks away and back to her again]
Michael: I'll make you a bet. When I get out of here... alive, I'll take you to dinner... [She's still serious and doesn't answer. Starts cleaning the wound] ...lunch? ...cup of coffee?
Sara: Michael. This, um... (looks at him) ...this charm act could be exactly what's getting you into trouble out in the yard.
[They look at each other.]
Sara: Lean forward.

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: There is a maze in your tattoos. Where does the maze take me?
Michael: Get away from me.

[Michael is banging his head against the bars]
Haywire: What, are you nuts?
Michael: Officer... I need an officer.
C.O Patterson: What the hell is the problem down here. What. Son of a bitch open up on 40. [takes out his mace] Back off, Haywire.
Haywire: He's got the pathway on his body.
C.O Patterson: Haywire, I said back off. You want a hot shot?
Haywire: I'm telling you look at his... [screams after C.o Patterson maces his face]

Haywire: I crapped myself once in junior high. We were playing badminton, and I had to walk past the other kids to get to the locker room. So I thought I would make fun of it- you know before the other kids had a chance to- so I said "Look I have a tail!"... I just told you a secret. Now it's your turn.
Michael: You want to know what the tattoos mean?
Haywire: Yeah.
Michael: Nothing.

English, Fitz or Percy [1.5][edit]

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.

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.

Abruzzi: And how do you plan to do that, Fish?
Michael: With a little help from my friends.

Riots, Drills and the Devil [1.6][edit]

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 reputation, 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!

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?

T-Bag: What do you call a guy who couldn't pass the cop's exam and now makes less than a mailman? A CO.
Bellick You know Teddy, you've really disappointed me, and that's hard to do; because I don't expect much from the inbred son of a retard. That's right Teddy, I read your psych profile. Your father rapes his mongoloid sister, and nine months later little Teddy pops out.

Riots, Drills and the Devil Part 2 [1.7][edit]

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. That's the plan.
Abruzzi: Yeah, it's always the plan!

[After T-Bag kills the rookie guard]
T-Bag: One for the team.

Michael: Ever been to Baja? Mexico?
[Sara looks at him like she doesn't know what he is talking about]
Michael: There is this great place down there. Twenty bucks a night, hammock on the back deck. Beers are 50 cents. 25 cents at happy hour.
[Sara smiles and shakes her head]
Michael: Ever been to Thailand? Thailand's great.
Sara: Michael, if you're trying to calm me down, you're doing a terrible job.
Michael: But I am trying. [both laugh]

Sara: Wait, I can't leave you here.
Michael: You have no choice. I'm one of the bad guys, remember?

The Old Head [1.8][edit]

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: 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.

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.

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.

Katie: Can I ask you something?
Sara: Yeah.
Katie: Why do you care so much?
Sara: Because he lied to me.
Katie: They all lie to you.
Sara: Maybe because he is the one guy in here I can actually get to. One guy I can...make a difference with.

Tweener [1.9][edit]

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.

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

Lincoln: Are you alright?
L.J.: No. Nowhere near it.

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."

Sleight of Hand [1.10][edit]

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 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.

And Then There Were 7 [1.11][edit]

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?

C-Note: You know, I got a question. :[About Abruzzi] How come Fencili over here ain't grabbin' a shovel?
Abruzzi: I'm handling arrangements on the outside.
C-Note: Really? So what is that? Transport, papers? What?
Abruzzi: Exactly. Makes me manager.
C-Note: And that makes us just labour, right?
Abruzzi: Hm hm. Now you're getting it.

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.

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.

Odd Man Out [1.12][edit]

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?

End of the Tunnel [1.13][edit]

Michael: We're not getting out of here.
T-Bag: Unfortunately, pretty, that ain't an option.

T-Bag: Remember Pretty, I am serving life plus one. So if I get busted for attempted escape, I'ma throw in a homicide, 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?

The Rat [1.14][edit]

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.

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 happens 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.

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?

By the Skin and the Teeth [1.15][edit]

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.

Sara: Painkillers?
Michael: How bad is it?
Sara: I'd take the pills.
Michael: Do I get to see it?
Sara: No, bandage stays on for now. Take the pills.
[Michael takes the pills, Sara is watching him]
Sara: Cellmate did this to you?
[Michael smiles, then shakes his head]
Michael: Sucre? No.
Sara: Then who did?
Michael: This is the part where I don't answer you.

[In Pope's office]
Bellick: So you got so sick of Scofield's smart mouth, that you decided to deep-fry him. Is that it?
Sucre: I didn't do anything to him. I swear!
Bellick: Let's review. A locked cell. Two inmates. One gets branded like a South-Dakota steer. You think we should call Madlock in on this one?
Sucre::[looks from Bellick to the Pope and back] Who's Madlock?
Henry Pope: Fernando, you are only going to make things more difficult if you don't cooperate.
Sucre: I told you, I didn't burn him! I found him like that!
Bellick: [sarcastic] You found him like that.
Sucre: He was acting kind of weird when we lined up for final count. He was sweating you know. But he is not a big talker anyway so I didn't think much of it. Middle of the night I get up, you know, shake hands with the president, and there he is, face down on the floor.
Bellick: My. Ass.

Lincoln: [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!

Brother's Keeper [1.16][edit]

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's my turn to watch out for you.

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.

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.

J-Cat [1.17][edit]

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.

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?

Bluff [1.18][edit]

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...

The Key [1.19][edit]

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.

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: 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 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.

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?
Michael: That depends. How does the idea of escaping sit with the new you?
Abruzzi: Oh, the old sinner who was confined to these walls, he's dead. The new soul deserves to be free.
Michael: Well, the old sinner was going to have a jet ready for us. Is the new soul going to be able to pull that off?
Abruzzi: Noah had his ark, did he not?

Tonight [1.20][edit]

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.

Sara: I was part of your plan. Was it all an act?
Michael: At first, yes. I needed to be here. But then I wanted to be here. With you.
Sara: Right.
Michael: And it's killing me to know that you'll never believe that. Whatever you may think of me, this is about Lincoln. Don't make him pay for my mistakes.

Michael: [holding a shank to the Warden] I'm breaking out, and you're going to make sure my brother goes with me.

Flight [1.22][edit]

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.

Sucre: [looking at the police approaching them] What do we do now?
Michael: We run.

Season 2[edit]

Manhunt [2.01][edit]

Bellick: We don't need you. We are on these guys' trail and it's just a matter of time 'til we nail them.
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.

Mahone:[Addressing reporters at a press conference following the escape] I'd like to uhh... Talk about John Wilkes Booth for a moment here if I could. Abraham Lincoln's killer. Twelve days, that's how long it took to find him. In his journal during that period he wrote that the shadow was his friend, the night his domain. He acknowledged that whatever neurosis drove the criminal to commit the original crime is compunded, magnified, by flight. By the sounds of dogs at his heels. Fortunately for us, while our quarry has night and shade as their their ally we have something far greater: television. I would encourage everyone who is watching, everyone one in this country to take a good look at these faces. [Points at the pictures of the escapees placed on a board] These men right here are now the eight-most wanted men in America.

Otis [2.02][edit]

Agent Ives: The warden down at Fox River called, asking to be kept in the loop. What should I tell him?
Mahone: Tell him he's no longer in it.

Mahone: I really do, professionally speaking, have a lot of admiration for Lincoln and Michael.
L.J.: Cool. Now we are buddies.

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.

Scan [2.03][edit]

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.

First Down [2.04][edit]

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.

Map 1213 [2.05][edit]

Michael: [to T-bag walking on the street] Hey Pretty!

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?
Michael: What's the matter, Theodore, did you forget?
T-Bag: How could I forget a road called Sheep?

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.

Subdivision [2.06][edit]

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?
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.

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 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?

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?

Buried [2.07][edit]

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. The hat's over the wall, Linc. For everyone.

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 any day.

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

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.

Mahone: Are you Catholic? Not much good on it. Lot of guilt. But the one good thing is confession. Whatever you got eat in on you, you just give it up. Feels good I have to say, guess is letting it out, letting another human being hear.
Tweener: I have nothing to say, man.
Mahone: What if I told you something, secret nobody else knows. Oscar Shales. Guy I was chasing a few years back. Smart as hell. I kept just missing him. Became kind of a game like chess. Would have almost been fun if it wasn't for the fact that he were killing people all along the way. Bodies kept stacking up and I started to feel that it was because of me because I couldn't do my job, because I wasn't smart enough. Never did catch him, but I did lose it. Saw things when I was driving at night. Bodies. Nightmares to the point that I couldn't sleep. It was a complete break from reality.
Mahone: That's what these little guys are for. Keep me in the game. So now you know. Now it's off my chest. Oughta try it sometime.
Tweener: Like I said before, I ain't gonna tell you nothing.
Mahone: We were talking about confession earlier and I think I owe you an apology because I lied to you about Oscar Shales. Smart-ass just kept pushing it. I snapped. Right there. That's where I put the bullet in him.
Tweener: I don't care about none of this.
Mahone: The thing about that is that forensics will tell the whole tale. Powder burns. The gun was right against his head.
Tweener: Yo, sir. I think we should go back in...
Mahone: See that's what's good about confession. You know, because you say something, you get it off your chest and it just goes out there into the whole world and I'm so sorry about this kid because I really hope you understand.

Dead Fall [2.08][edit]

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.

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.

Unearthed [2.09][edit]

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.

Mahone: 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: 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.
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.
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?
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.
Mahone: I'll see you soon Michael. Oh! And Michael, it just may be sooner than you think.

Rendezvous [2.10][edit]

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.

Michael: First word of advice: Stop. Because when you get close, I will win everytime.
Mahone: You think?
Michael: I'm not the one in the cage.
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 it's going 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.
Michael: Never really thought about it like that.

Lincoln: Lincoln Junior.
Aldo: You named him after yourself.
Lincoln: I wasn't going to name him "Aldo".

Bolshoi Booze [2.11][edit]

Kellerman: [Kellerman has brought Sara to a motel room, tied to a chair and gagged with a towel] I can imagine you feel a little betrayed right now. [ties Sara's legs together] Let's start over. 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.

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.

Disconnect [2.12][edit]

Aldo: We can fix this. I came back so that we can fix this.
Michael: This can never be fixed.

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.

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.

The Killing Box [2.13][edit]

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.
Mahone: Shut up.
Lincoln: You want me, you got me. Let my brother go!
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?
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.

Chicago [2.16][edit]

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!

Sara: [To Michael] When you first take the job, they tell you never to fall in love with an inmate...

Haywire: I just wanna go...

Bad Blood [2.17][edit]

Sara: You still owe me dinner.
Michael: Is that so?
Sara: Yeah. First week in Fox River you said that if you ever got out of there that you would take me to dinner.
Michael: Well, maybe, after we wrap this up, we can stop off and get you a burrito on the way back to Pope's house.
Sara: Scofield, I don't know what you're used to, but anything short of a filet mignon not going to cut it with me.
Michael: It's a date.

Lincoln: You know about this?
Sara: [about Michael] Not until it came out of his mouth.

Sweet Caroline [2.19][edit]

Michael: If anything happens I love you both.

Caroline: The things you do for your brother, it's impressive.
Michael: I could say the same for you. But I won't.

Caroline: [On tape] It's awful, I know.
Terrence: Mmm.
Caroline: But the choice was clear. You needed to be far away from all of this.
Terrence: I am. I'm the Isle of Terrence, far off to sea.
Caroline: But I'm still here for you. Now, listen to me, don't dwell on the negative.
Terrence: Some people deserve to dwell, Caroline.
Caroline: You know I'm only a phone call away.
Terrence: And 3000 miles. Do you... Do you know how cold it is here?
Caroline: 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 then your 20's. And soon the world will forget all about him, and they'll forget about you too. I promise.
Terrence: But, it's killing me not being able to see you, sweet Caroline.
Caroline: I wanna see you, too. But that can't happen right now.
Terrence: This house is so big. I just think of you...lying in bed.
Caroline: I know. Me, too.
Terrence: Your warmth, your touch.

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.

Panama [2.20][edit]

Michael: Listen, Sara, Linc and I are on the ship. This is it. There's no turning back now, so... I know it's not what you wanted from your life, but, in case you're interested, there is room for one more.
Sara: Michael Scofield, you asking me to sail off into the sunset with you?
Michael: Well, it's more of a freighter, but, uh, yes.
Sara: I'll be there.
Michael: I'll see you soon.

Lincoln: How much further?
Michael: Not far.
Lincoln: You know, for what it's worth, no one forced Sara to do what she did.
Michael: Whatever gets you through the night.
Lincoln: What the hell does that mean? I didn't ask you to use her.
Michael: It's not that simple.
Lincoln: Whatever gets you through the night, buddy.
Michael: You know what amazes me, Linc? Nothing ever registers with you. Ever. Just rolls right off your back, doesn't it? We ruined Sara's life and it's like you don't even care.
Lincoln: Is that what you think?
Michael: Well, we're here, and Sara's back there in prison. Does that seem fair to you?
Lincoln: None of it's fair. Just don't make this about boy loses girl.
Michael: Who should it be about, Linc? Westmoreland? Tweener? LJ?
Lincoln: Let me stop you right there.
Michael: Do you remember the name of the guard that was murdered because of the riot I started?
Lincoln: Shut up, Michael.
Michael: Do you even remember his name? I bet you remember Veronica's name, though, don't you?
Lincoln: You mention her name again, I swear to God...
Michael: What about T-Bag!? Linc, he's out there now, because of us! You and me! Every life he takes, that's blood on our hands. And for what?
Lincoln: I didn't ask you to do what you did.
Michael: They were gonna kill you, Linc!
Lincoln: Well, maybe you should've let them!
Michael: Take that back.

Fin Del Camino [2.21][edit]

Sucre: I'm gonna kill him.
Michael: And go right back to prison.
Sucre: I don't care. Once we get the money and he tells me where Maricruz is, I'm gonna kill him.
Michael: If you find Maricruz, you're gonna marry Maricruz and live happily ever after.
Sucre: Yeah, after I sink a knife in Bellick's chest.
Michael: Bellick and T-Bag will get theirs, trust me.
Sucre: Didn't Fox River teach you anything man? 'Cause the same rules apply out here. It doesn't make a difference if you're guilty or innocent. It's who survives.
Michael: You're not that guy.
Sucre: That son of a bitch took my girl and locked her up somewhere. I am that guy now, Michael. Look at me.
Michael: The only reason I'm not five miles away from here right now is because I want to help you find Maricruz, not kill Bellick. And if that's your game, I'm gone. Believe me, I understand the impulse to pull the trigger. But if we lose ourselves, we lose everything.

[About Sara's sentence]
Sara: Well?
Marty: Twelve years.
Sara: No. No. The jury heard Michael's tape.
Marty: They heard a convicted felon lie for a woman that he clearly cares for. He's got no credibility. Sara, we need to take a hard look at what they're offering.
Sara: Due respect, Marty, we aren't going to prison, I am.

Lincoln: He didn't answer.
Mahone: I certainly hope your brother makes it back to that boat.
Lincoln: And if he doesn't? You should see yourself. You look like you're hanging in there by a thread.
Mahone: I just want this over with.
Lincoln: Then you should never have come down here. In case you hadn't noticed, me and my brother don't quit for no one.
Mahone: Thank God for that. Because it's guys that are accused of things like you were that keep guys like me in business... Kept... guys like me in business, rather.
Lincoln: It's gonna end bad for you, man. Couple of things in this world I'm good at. One of them is looking into a man's eye and knowing when he's beat.

T-Bag: [holding a knife to Michael] What exactly is it that you want, pretty?
Michael: [closes door] I'm turning you in.
T-Bag: Is that it? Really? It ain't about the money? 'Cause if it is, you can tell me. Ain't nobody here but us cons.
Michael: You can walk... or get dragged, that's up to you.
T-Bag: No. See, when you had the gun on me, I afforded you a certain respect. But, uh, here? Well, the scales are tipped back my way. So I'm gonna spell out the present options. Either we split this money, and you can go get your legs tattooed or whatever the hell it is you want, or they're gonna find your corpse slumped over that there chair with your pants down around your ankles, 'cause it's been a long time coming, pretty.
[Michael walks over to counter, takes bottle, smashes it into weapon]
T-Bag: Well, I got my answer.
Michael: Whenever you're done yakking.
T-Bag: ... Bring it, bitch.

[over phone]
Michael: Linc?
Lincoln: I'm sorry, Michael.
Michael: What's wrong?
Mahone: Hello, Michael.
Michael: If you touch my brother, you're a dead man.
Mahone: Oh, please. You don't have to worry about that. But, when it comes right down to it, he's just like you. He has a heart that won't kill a man.
[Camera reveals Lincoln in handcuffs]
Michael: What do you want Alex?
Mahone: I'll tell you exactly what I want. But first things first. When the authorities captured Bagwell today, the money was nowhere to be found. Now, I can only assume... that you've got the money... aboard the Christina Rose, right now. It's an amazing plan, Michael. Take the money, take the boat, disappear forever. But you... are not the only one that needs to disappear. You still there?
Michael: Yeah, I'm still here.
Mahone: Good. Because I'm gonna say this and I'm gonna say this once. Bring me the money, bring me the boat.
Michael: You are out of your mind.
Mahone: Not really. We both have something the other person needs. It all comes down to this, Michael. Your brother for your plan. Five minutes, that's all you have.

Sona [2.22][edit]

Lincoln: How's it feel being on the run?
Mahone: I'll survive.
Lincoln: Not if they catch you. They'll send you to the chair.
Mahone: Do you think that's ironic?
Lincoln: That'd be justice.

[In court at Sara's trial]
Kellerman: What I'm about to divulge to you will, in all likelihood, get me killed. Actually, I guarantee it.
Lawyer: Then why are you doing it?
Kellerman: Because this was supposed to be about country, about loyalty, about what's right, but it wasn't, because I wronged people who should not have been wronged. Those orders were given by Caroline Reynolds who was Vice President at the time. Acting on those orders, I planted evidence, I procured a body, I lured Lincoln Burrows into that parking garage that evening under the auspices of a different hit. Ground up, we framed him. See, Lincoln Burrows get executed, people forget about Terrence Steadman, the controversy surrounding him and the Presidency, and nobody ever knows about The Company.
Woman Lawyer: Yes, which is a shadowy cabal of corporations that pretty much influence everything that happens in this country. But I fail to see how any of this is relevant to Sara Tancredi and the fact that she aided and abetted, that she jumped bail--
Kellerman: She did so because she feared for her life, which was appropriate, as I had orders to kill her.

[In van for prisoner transport while guard is checking engine]
Kellerman: In the French Resistance, it was considered a high honor to face a Nazi firing squad--
Guard: I thought I told you to be quiet.
Kellerman: Meant you did your job. The highest honor was to smile when they shot you.
[Van door opens, reveals masked men with machine guns]
Kellerman: Took you long enough.

Michael: We did it, Linc. We did it.
Lincoln: Yeah.
Agent Kim: No. [camera shows him on dock, pointing gun at them] You almost did it.
Lincoln: You want the money?! [throws bag on ground] Take the money. Take it.
Agent Kim: You think this is about the money? [kicks bag into water] Pocket change like $5 million?
Michael: Then what is it about? My brother's been exonerated. The President stepped down. We're not a threat anymore. It's over.
Agent Kim: You may be done with us, but that doesn't mean we're done with you. The police are on there way.
Lincoln: It started with me. Let my brother go.
Agent Kim: Oh, that's sweet. That's sweet. You don't hear that much anymore, that sort of fidelity in families. Two brothers that'll go to to the ends of the earth for each other. Too bad only one of you will survive.
Michael: Don't!
[Gunshot, Kim falls in water, camera shows Sara shot him, they hear sirens in distance]
Michael: We got to go.

Panama Policeman: My men are ordered to fire if you don't come out of there with your hands first. Murder is not something that we take lightly on Panamanian soil. So come on out of there, and there will be no more deaths.
Sara: [whispering] Michael, I took a man's life.
Michael: Don't think about that now. You and I have got a date, remember? Two limes and a couple of beers, don't forget that.
Policeman: This is your last warning!
Michael: Give me the gun.
Sara: I took a man's life...
Michael: We're going to walk out of here together. We'll tell them exactly what happened.
[Sara starts crying]
Michael: Look at me, look at me, look at me. Then, we're going to tell them what happened.
Sara: Okay.
Michael: We're gonna explain everything. And I'm going to do whatever I can to help you. Okay?
Sara: [nodding] Yeah.
Michael: Now, give me the gun.
Sara: Here. [passes him gun]
Michael: [standing] You ready? [they embrace]
Sara: I love you.
Michael: I love you, too, Sara. [they kiss]
Sara: Okay.
Michael: You ready?
Sara: Yeah.
[They walk outside, Michael grabs Sara from behind and holds gun to her head]
Michael: Don't move! I'll shoot!
Sara: Michael, what are you doing?
Michael: Nobody moves! Nobody! [whispering to Sara] You sacrificed everything for me once. No! Don't move!
Sara: No, I can't let you do this. Michael! Michael!
Michael: Now it's time to say thank you. [lets go of Sara, steps towards police] It was me! It was me!
Sara: No! He's done nothing wrong!
Michael: I did it! I did it!
Sara: He's done nothing wrong! He's innocent!
Michael: I did it! It was me!
Sara: He hasn't hurt anybody, please, Michael! Michael, tell them the truth! Michael! He's done nothing wrong!

[over phone]
Pam: Hello?
Mahone: It's me.
Pam: [Getting impatient] Reminds me of when we were in college.
Mahone: Did you buy the tickets yet?
Pam: No, I'm still looking.
Mahone: Don't.
Pam: What?
Mahone: Forget about them... Forget I ever existed.

Season 3[edit]

Orientación [3.1][edit]

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 it's dead.

Mahone: What are you doing?
Michael: What do you want, Alex?
Mahone : You're so clever. Planting the drugs on the boat, that's a big irony. A law man in jail.
Michael : You're exactly where you belong.
Mahone : No, that's where you're wrong, and that's where you're gonna help me. I will have a court date one of these days and you will be there on the stand and you will tell the truth, that you planned this, and you set this up. And I'm gonna go home.
Michael : That's funny. I could've sworn you set this up.
Mahone : I set this up? I'm in here.
Michael : What does The Company want with me? Why Panama?
Mahone : What, you think I know what they wanted? They had me. I did what they asked me to do...arrest you in Panama, hand you over, that's it, that's... It's old news, huh? This is the first day of the rest of our lives. How 'bout we work together, help each other out?
Michael : Except every time I look at you, all I can see is the man who killed my father. You're on your own.

Call Waiting [3.3][edit]

Michael: You're mad because someone took a book from you? This is what they took from me. So let's be clear. This is what matters to me. Not you and not your book.

Good Fences [3.4][edit]

Susan B. Anthony : I'm just a soldier in this war, Lincoln, just like you. I did not want to do that. Can you even comprehend the intimacy of the mechanics of what I had to do to that woman? It's horrible. Now, if you and your brother are done playing games, LJ will be fine. If not, the last thing I want to do is start mailing pieces of him to you. But if you push me, and not even that far, I will.

Photo Finish [3.6][edit]

Mahone: So what's your deal? Public intoxication, tourist in trouble, local, what is it?
New prisoner: I don't like people asking too many questions about me when I've done nothing wrong, eh?
Mahone: Oh, you're an innocent man?

Whistler: Oh, come on, you don't wanna go in there..
Michael: If we want to get out of here, I do!

Sofia: What did you buy?
Lincoln: ...Supplies...
Sofia: Who am I going to tell, honestly?
Lincoln: You could be a Russian spy for all I know!

Michael: Show me the pictures Linc.
Lincoln: I can't show you the pictures, man.
Michael: Why not Linc?
Lincoln: She's dead Michael. I lied to you, I'm sorry.
Lincoln: Micheal we got to do this.

Vamonos [3.7][edit]

Susan B. Anthony : I know you wanted to live by an ocean your whole life. Sad to think the closest you'll get is being buried under one.
L.J.: You're not gonna kill me. You need me. You already killed Sara. Anything happens to're out of bargaining chips.
Susan B. Anthony : If Michael doesn't get Whistler out today, I don't need to bargain anymore. You'll all be dead.

Boxed In [3.9][edit]

Michael: Was it you? Did you kill Sara?
Susan B. Anthony : I have no idea who you are talking about.
Michael: I'm coming for you.

L.J.: (with tape on mouth) Dad!
Lincoln: LJ! Thank God you're alive.
L.J.: Forget about it, there's nothing you can do.
Lincoln: There's always something.
L.J.: Dad. These guys are thorough. They follow you everywhere. Trust me. (referring to Susan) That bitch is crazy. She cut Sara's head off. I was there. I closed my eyes, but I heard it.
Lincoln: You listen to me. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you, alright? The next time you see me, don't take your eyes off me, and I'll tell you what to do, alright?
Susan: Minute's up.
Lincoln: Me and your uncle, we know what we're doing. We're gonna get you outta this. I love you.
L.J.: I love you too.

Dirt Nap [3.10][edit]

Gretchen : You know what I just found out? That Sucre means sugar.
Sucre: [raises eyebrows] Yeah.
Gretchen : So every time I say your name, I'm calling you sugar.
Sucre : Basically yeah.
Gretchen : [smiles] I like that.

Whistler : You know, uh, I am a fisherman. [Mahone and Michael stare at him] I am. I'm just maybe a little bit more connected then I let on.
Michael : [Holds up board] I think this is going to work.
Mahone : Yeah.
Whistler : You know, I run charters and I... Just like I said. I have for years. And one day, that brunette Gretchen, well she asked me if I wanted to be exclusive to her corporation, right? And, uh, well with the money she was offering, I had a pretty good idea she wasn't just trolling for salmon.
Michael : So you two have history.
Whistler : Yeah, and she's been an absolute nightmare in my life. Ever since that first job.
Michael : Alex, I need a wedge.
Mahone : Wedge...Wedge...
Whistler : Look, I took him where they wanted me to take him. [flips through book] I have to figure out these coordinates and I have to take them back there.
Mahone : Quit embarrassing yourself.
Whistler : [looks at him] What?
Mahone : We're not two chicks at a bar that you're trying to pick up. [to Michael] Unless you need to hear this?
Michael : No.

Gretchen : You know the other day when you and Lincoln had your little spat in the lobby, and you all distraught and jilted, went across the street to the bar. A cynic might think that was staged. [turns to sucre] I'm a cynic, sugar.
Sucre : And you're high, sugar.
Gretchen : If it's any comfort, you guys almost pulled it off. The Puerto Rican and the gorilla... You really had me scrambling there for a minute.
Sucre : Hey, if you don't want my help, fine, I'm out! Okay! [Opens car door]
Gretchen : It's a little thing called a tracing number. On the check I gave you. Apparently, your extensive expertise in banking failed you that day. You promptly wired all 25 K to Maricruz Delgado in Chicago at 123 'Please Don't Hurt Me' Lane.
Sucre : If something happens to her-!
Gretchen : [Screams] If what?! [Pause] What, jackass?! [Stares at each other] You're going to go back there and you're going to get me some real information or Maricruz and her head are gonna part ways. [Turns away] Get outta my car.

Under and Out [3.11][edit]

Michael : There's something else.
Lincoln : What?
Michael : T-Bag's coming, and Mahone. Bellick. Oh, yeah, there's a drug lord, too.

Michael: Change of plans, Linc; we're doing this tonight.
Lincoln: Tonight?! What happened Michael?
Michael: Rain. Dirt. Tunnel. Problem.

Lincoln: It's going down tonight.
Gretchen: Tonight? Should I be worried?
Lincoln: I called you first thing. I'm being straight up with you.
Gretchen: Aww, that's refreshing!
Lincoln: So, I'll see you tonight
Gretchen: You show me yours, and I'll show you mine!

Gretchen: [to Whistler] It seems our fisherman finally grew some oysters!

Bellick : I was thinking, we should be a team. You know, not just during the escape but after, like, like Butch and Sundance.
Mahone : Butch and Sundance died.
Bellick : Well, I mean in the other parts.

Hell or High Water [3.12][edit]

Gretchen: [On the phone with Lincoln] I gotta commend you on that boombox trick. Very sophisticated. You steal that one from "Home Alone"?
Lincoln: You fell for it, Bitch!

The Art of the Deal [3.13][edit]

Michael: You'll get a call in five minutes telling you where to meet next. And when the exchange is over, and LJ is safe, you and I are gonna spend some quality time.
Gretchen: When the exchange is over, you better run for your life.

[L.J. laughs while Gretchen tries to figure out Michael's plan]
Gretchen: What's so funny?
L.J.: You, thinking you can outsmart my uncle.

Michael: [Talking to Lincoln and with the file of Jason Lief in his hand] If he is important to Whistler he is important to me.
Lincoln: HO HO HO sto....
Michael: They killed Sara Linc!

Season 4[edit]

Scylla [4.1][edit]

Michael: My name is Michael Scofield, and I'm a fugitive. Three weeks ago, I was in a Panamanian prison. While I was there, I was approached by The Company. The Company is a corrupt organization involved in all levels of industry and government. They gave me two options: break one of their men, James Whistler, out of that prison or else they would kill the only woman I ever loved, Dr. Sara Tancredi. I held up my end of the deal, and I broke Whistler out. But The Company... They killed Sara anyway. I don't know why The Company wanted James Whistler out of prison, but I've tracked him here to Los Angeles. He's with another Company agent I know only as Gretchen. The same agent who murdered Sara. This ends today. I came here seeking justice. The justice I now know the system cannot provide. So, if you're reading this letter, you'll know I died avenging Sara's death.

Killing Your Number [4.02][edit]

Mahone: Get closer to him.
Michael: If he was any closer, he would be in the car.

Quiet Riot [4.11][edit]

Gretchen:[Speaking about the General] No, there's no way he deserves any of this.
T-Bag: Sing it sister.
Gretchen: After what he put me through?
T-Bag: I can hardly believe it myself. Look, what we must do is make sure that cosmic justice rains down upon him, for once we obtain the good General's card, there ain't hardy nothing standing in between us and Mr. Feng's 125 million dollars.
[Door opens to reveal Gretchen in a school girl outfit]
T-Bag: I was born on a mountainside.
Gretchen: Just keep both hands on the camera.

Deal or No Deal [4.13][edit]

T-Bag: [to Donald Self] Tell me when I'm getting warm. You hand-picked Michael Scofield and the bunch, trucked them all out here on Uncle Sam's dime, to do your bidding, and now they're standing right in the cross hairs for what you did. I always said cops where more crooked than criminals. Let me guess- a little, little slice of heaven, is that what is was for? Gambling debt? Maybe you're a... a geologist of the rock candy variety?

[After Gretchen's sister slaps her for putting Emily in danger]
Self: Wow, Gretchen, you're making friends left and right, huh?

Just Business [4.14][edit]

T-Bag: I was Cole Pfeiffer. Respected businessman. Top salesman in the Northeast Region. Now I'm back being prisoner of my own identity. Theodore Bagwell. Convict. To hell with it. We are who we are, right?

Vikan: [to Self] Listen to me, you mook. You're in the deep end of the pool now. At least act like you can swim.

T-Bag: He might be a Company operative.
Self: So kill him.
T-Bag: He could also be a Bible salesman!
Self: Then he should have no problem getting past St. Peter. Kill him.

[T-Bag is readying to kill Ralph, a Bible salesman]
Rita: Don't do this.
T-Bag: I told you to go back yonder, okay? You don't want to see this! Cole Pfeiffer ain't here no more. Just ol' T-Bag.
Ralph Becker: Our Father who art in Heaven. hallowed be thy name-
Rita: You want to be free? Start now. Right this minute. If you pull that trigger Cole Pfeiffer is gone forever.

T-Bag: You know, my daddy was a religious man, too, Ralph, just like you. We used to pray together in my room at night. I used to go down to the floor crying just like you now. Sometimes when I just couldn't take it no more, my daddy would recite a particular piece of scripture that he was fond of. "Weeping may endure through the night--
Ralph Becker: --But joy cometh in the morning". Psalms 30:5.

Going Under [4.15][edit]

Self: Come on. After all we've been through, we can't be honest with each other? Your little photo shoot. And your weak ass attempt at the sixth card. You wanted him to know you were involved, right? Come on. He punished you, treated you like crap-- just like your real daddy. You want at least one of them to pay for it, right? Come on, Gretchen. I-I know you. I did my homework.
Gretchen: Gee, Don, you you just cracked my whole Electra complex wide open. Kudos.

The Sunshine State [4.16][edit]

Self: [to Gretchen] You whore. You are a whore, and your mother was a whore, and her mother, and your father used to turn tricks at a gas station, cause he was a whore too.

The Mother Lode [4.17][edit]

Christina: I don't like your tone, Jonathan.
General Krantz: Excuse me if I sound a bit abrasive. But it's been a while since anyone's tried to kill me.

VS [4.18][edit]

S.O.B. [4.19][edit]

General Krantz: Well, if things go as well as expected here, You'll be rewarded accordingly.
T-Bag: As a special liaison to the Company?
General Krantz: Yes.
T-Bag: What exactly does that entail?
General Krantz: Well, that would be up to you. Most Company operatives choose their own career path, though I can't say what would suit you. What do sexual predators from Alabama typically do, uh, aside from the obvious?

Cowboys and Indians [4.20][edit]

Self: You son of a bitch! My wife is a defenseless woman.
General Krantz: Mr. Self didn't inform you that he had a wife, did he? Well, I wouldn't talk about my wife either if I'd had a few too many bourbons, got behind the wheel, and turned a beautiful young woman into a piece of broccoli.
Self: Don't do anything.
General Krantz: I assume that is why you tried to run away with Scylla? To screw a government that was giving you benefits that would only pay for a county facility overlooking the Belt Parkway, and to sell it so that you and she could disappear and be hidden forever. C'est la vie.

T-Bag: It's just your friendly, neighborhood T-Bag.

Rate of Exchange [4.21][edit]

Christina: [to Michael] You should know by now that you can't out-think me. I'll always be one step ahead of you because I'm your mother.

Christina: [to Lincoln] Do you realize after what you pulled, you're completely worthless to me now? You've been worthless to me all your life.

T-Bag: You know, I was always thinking the way I was gonna get revenge on Scofield was to kill him. Just driving that knife right into his bleeding heart. And now standing here looking at you, I'm thinking there's something worse than death for him.
Sara: Please, no.
T-Bag: I'll return you in one piece. But that piece gonna be a little used, that's all. And every time he looks at you, every time he wants to be with you, he's gonna see me.

Killing Your Number [4.22][edit]

Sucre: [after signing a document ensuring his freedom] Can I keep the pen?
Kellerman: [laughing] Sure.

T-Bag: "And be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving each other, just as God in Christ forgave you." Ephesians 4:32. Let's forgive each other, Lincoln, Michael. In God's name, 'cause there's too much pain. There's too much hate in our hearts.
Lincoln: We took a vote. You're in luck.
T-Bag: Oh, lucky day.
Michael: What we voted on was whether or not you took a stick of gum on the van ride back to prison.
T-Bag: [yelling] You rot in hell, both of you!

Michael: I want you to know, I'm totally gonna be a hands on dad.
Sara: Okay...
Michael: Like if the baby needs a bottle in the middle of the night, I will totally keep your side of the bed warm until you get back.
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The Final Break [4.24]

Sara: "I caught an elbow playing basketball" (Referring to Cute Poison)

Prison Guard: Tell them what you told me.
T-Bag: Michael Scofield's about to stage a prison break. And I know "exactly" how he's going to do it
Todd Wheatley: Exactly what did Scofield ask you to do?
T-Bag:Just light a fire in my cell, and the the rest... The rest'll just take care of itself.
Todd Wheatley: Fire alarm. When that goes off, what's your protocol?
Prison Warden: State law, mandatory evac.
T-Bag: Yeah, he wasn't gonna break her out, he was gonna get you to escort her out.
Prison Guard: Shut up.
Todd Wheatley: Get him out of here.

Sara: What are we waiting for?
Michael: We made a deal. For the right price, T-Bag would set off the fire alarms. [alarm stops] That's what we were waiting for. [starts melting lock]
Sara: Michael, there's a-
'Michael:It's okay. See, there's only one thing you can count on when you're dealing with T-Bag. [smiles] He's a rat.

T-Bag:Why am I being punished?! I'm the guy who blew the whistle!
Prison Guard: You aided and abetted an escape, Mr. Bagwell. As far as the authorities are concerned, you're an accomplice.

Michael: Well... if you're watching this, I'm glad. Because it means you're safe. And that's all I ever wanted. I wish I could be there with you, but, as you probably know now, I wouldn't have had much time anyway. So... I made my choice and... I don't regret it. Anyway... not that long from now, there's gonna be another little Scofield running around. And Linc, I want you to promise me, no matter what, they're gonna grow up knowing their uncle is never far away. And Sara, I want you to promise me that you're gonna keep an eye on Linc, as you may have noticed his tendency to get in trouble. You know...we spend so much of our lives not saying the things we wanna say, the things we should say, we speak in code and we send little messages... origami... so now... plainly... simply... I want to say that I love you both... very much. And I want you to promise me that you're gonna tell my child... that you're gonna tell my child... how much they're loved every day. And remind them how lucky they are to be free. Because we are. We're free now... finally! We're free!


Mike jr: "How was my father like? my real father".

Serah scofield: "Micheal Scofield was like a storm and frightning, and mysterious. And he would show up in your life the clear blue sky and then he would disapear just as quickle".

Lincoln: "How are you alive in Yemen?, what happened to you Micheal?."

Lincoln: "Now I'm not moving another inch for you telling me what the hell is going on right here."

MICHEAL: "MICHEAL SCOFIELD had to die, I had to fake my death go away that was part of the deal met."

MICHEAL: "If I wanted to work for deep cover operative Peisadon you'll all go free."

Lincoln: "Who's that Peisadon here?."

MICHEAL: "A psychopath, a frustrated powers we worked for in the CIA who felt he could do better than the superior so he created a CELL within CIA called 21-VOID implementing his own intelligent operations.."

PEISADON: "The secret to real power is to never betray your intentions, to wear nothing on your slive, and to never let anyone to see your face[Micheal in silence]."

PEISADON: "I know everything about you even in your more daily places you visit like zoo,[Jacobs fonder]what do I mean like zoo?[passing the bucks]."

MICHEAL: "It's what's behind the eyes that counts."

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