Prison Break Season 1 Episode 18

C-Note: No! Whoa, whoa, wait a minute, wait a minute! So, you're just gonna take my money and walk?
Geary: Yeah, well, write to your congressman.

Veronica: Thank you.
Nick: It's no big deal. I'll just overnight him all this stuff.
Veronica: No. For everything. For hanging in there, keeping me going. Thank you.

Lincoln: Manche.
Manche: Who's that?
Sucre: That's Linc, Bro.
Manche: Linc the sink?

(L.J.'s been arrested after trying to kill Kellerman)
Lincoln: Oh, L.J., What were you thinking, kid?
L.J.: I don't care what happens to me anymore, okay? They won. They'll always win. I just wanted to take one of them down with me.

T-Bag: Jacks or better, trips to win.

Manché (to Michael): You're ready to get out of this aquarium, fish?

C-Note (to Trumpets in the yard): You know what man. I can have tea with the Grand Wizard of the KKK if I want and still I get my money. You got that little boy.

Brinker (to Kellerman): You are not to make a move on Burrows under any circumstances. We make that call.
Kellerman: You know what Trixie, there are actually higher agendas here.
Brinker: Yes, there are. And they don't belong to you. Paul Kellerman no longer works for the Secret Service. You're just good old Owen Kravecki for now on. Have I made myself clear?

C-Note: Is that your daughter?
Westmoreland (he shows C-note a pic of his daughter as a baby tucked into a gold watch on a chain): My wife gave me this when she was born.

Michael: Haywire, do I look even vaguely familiar to you?
Haywire: Are you the guy who stole my toothpaste?

Haywire: (pins Michael to the wall) You should be careful when telling people to remember things, Michael! Because I remember everything now. I remember how you set me up. How you smashed your own head and had me sent back here! I also remember this. (shows the missing route) Your map. Your map to escaping.

Geary: This is a railroad. I didn't do nothing! Don't look at me like I'm some con. You're as crooked as scoliosis.
Bellick: I don't get caught.

Geary: Guy with a six ERA signs for four mil a year. Sucks at his job, he still gets a raise.
Bellick: You suck at your job. You should ask Pope for a raise.
Geary:Very funny.

Lincoln (about L.J.): He gets tried as an adult, he may as well sit in my lap in the chair.

C-Note: (talking about Michael's cell) I'll double what you're getting.
Geary: I'm getting 250.
C-Note: Five hundred ... ain't a problem.
Geary: I ain't talking cigarettes and extra chow line desserts here. I'm talking green paper with dead white guys on it.
C-Note: I said, "Ain't a problem".

Michael: I don't need medication.
Psych Ward Nurse: Swallow it, or it's going in the rear door.

Michael: I made you something. It's an ashtray.
Sara: Um, I don't smoke.
Michael: Yeah, I know, but they only let us make these and jewelry. And I didn't figure you for the macaroni necklace type.

Haywire: I don't wear a diaper.
Michael: I never said you did.

Westmoreland: Welcome home.
Michael: Thanks. Never thought I'd be so glad to be back in my cell.

C-Note: Look, would you rather be lookin' at a picture of your daughter, or holdin' her in your arms once you get outside?

C-Note: I'm in here to make money, bro. You want welfare, psht, better vote democrat.

Michael: Remember what you used to call those little pills? Invisible handcuffs. Handcuffs on your mind. You hate them, remember?

T-Bag: Got the buy-in for the card game.
C-Note: Go get our money, boy.
T-Bag: Unfortunately, you and I are gonna have to be partners in this endeavor.
C-Note: Oh, hell no. I don't play cards. I'm a dice man.
T-Bag: Look, all you need to know is this - every time I deal, you bet big, and never fold. See, if I'm winnin' every time I deal, I end up with a Columbian necktie, you know what I'm sayin'? But if you're the one rakin' in all the cash, well I seriously doubt anyone would ever think you and I are working together.

Haywire (after seeing Michael's burn): Oh no! It's gone!
Michael: That's why I need you to fix it. That's why I need you to remember what was there before.
Haywire: Oh, this is bad. You can't break a path. Then it doesn't lead anywhere.
Michael: That's right. That's why I need you to remember what was there before it was broken.
Haywire: I remember. I remember the demons! Wait, no maybe they were pilgrims. They were pointing the way and they were saying "this is the way, this is the way". (Michael sighs). I can't see it. I can see it, but I can't see it.

C-Note: Look, we are gonna have to find another way to get that money, ok?
T-Bag: Well, I reckon that ain't too much of a problem for our friend here to rummage up. Ain't that so, D.B.?
Westmoreland: A, I'm not D.B. Cooper. And B, there's no visitation today, which means that none of us can get any money from the outside world.
T-Bag: I guess that only leaves us with one real option. The kitchen game.
C-Note: Gambling? That's your solution?
T-Bag: Son, trust me. When I play cards, it ain't gamlin'. There's maybe 5 people in this country that can do what I do with a deck of cards.
Westmoreland: So, why are you just bringing this up now?
T-Bag: 'Cause if Jesus, over there, catches you sleeving aces in the kitchen game, well, let's just say there are lots of knives handy. Of course, you need fifty bucks just for the sit-in, and since we don't have any money, I'd say we're in a catch doubley-deuce.

T-Bag: We got us a problem. Mojo's movin' in Scofield's cell, and that ain't all. He's bitchin' about the toilet so Geary's puttin' in a work order. They move that toilet...
Westmoreland:...they find the hole.
T-Bag: And we are all screwed.

Haywire: Who are you?
Scofield: Scofield, Michael Scofield.
Haywire: Doesn't ring a bell.

Guard: What the hell are you staring at, anyway?
Lincoln: Everything...

T-Bag: What are we, the A train? Everyone gets to ride with us?

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.

T-Bag: Woo! Looks like the bank of Africa wasn't allowing any withdrawals.

Pope: I've never seen one of these requests granted before....not ever.
Lincon: Good lawyers
Pope: No lawyer is that good...

Jesus: What you holding?
C-Note: You tell me.
Inmate: Full House.
T-Bag: A full house...that's a concept a Mexican should be quite familiar with, eh, Jesus?

Westmoreland: Outliving your wife is bad enough. But outliving your daughter, no man should have to endure that.