Prison Break

C.O. Stolte: Hey, do you know what school Art Schlicter played for? T-Bag: Not really sure there, Boss. I really ain't much of a football guy, Boss. Too much violence. Stolte: Come on, you know the guy I'm talking about. Art Schlichter, the quarterback, got nailed for gambling. T-Bag: No, doesn't really ring a bell. Stolte: Bet if I asked you what his ass looked like you'd remember.

Nick: Steadman asked for a green burial. No embalming, biodegradable coffin...it's very environmentally aware. Veronica: Or smart if you don't want the body to be identified.

Sucre: (to Manche) Trust me, Primo, the less you know, the better.

Vice-President Reynolds: Why is he still alive? Kellerman: It appears that some information was anonymously slipped to the judge. Vice-President Reynolds: Anonymously? It was your fat little friend Hale.

(In warden's office) Sucre (looking to Warden): He was acting kind of weird when we lined up for final account. He was sweating you know, but he's not a big talker anyway so I didn't think much of it. In the middle of the night, I get up you know, to shake hands with the president, and there he was, face down on the floor. Bellick: My ass.

Sucre (talking to his cousin Manché): I'm in prison pendejo! How much trouble can I get into?

Michael (to warden): What happened in there? Warden Pope: Judge Kessler called. The execution has been delayed. Michael: What do you mean delayed? Warden Pope: Apparently some new evidence has come to light. Veronica: What evidence? Michael: I don't understand. How long do we have? One day, two days? Warden Pope: That's all the information I have at the moment. I'm sorry. (looks at Michael) I'll give you a minute. (The warden leaves the room) Michael: I need to know how much time we have.

Bellick: Let's review: a locked cell, two inmates, one gets branded like a South Dakota steer. You think we should call Matlock in on this one? Sucre: Who's Matlock?

Vice-President Reynolds (to Agent Brinker): The next time you're in my office, I expect you to stand when you're addressing me.

Sucre: What's wrong? Michael: The blueprints, the ones we need to get from the psych ward to the infirmary, our map out of here...they're gone.

Judge Kessler: I don't know what these papers mean. And for that reason I'm going to err on the side of caution. I'm delaying the execution by two weeks. That should give us more than enough time to exhume the body. It's the only way we're going to know if that body in the ground is Terence Steadman.

Vice-President Reynolds: I hope you're proud of this. You've gotten your pound of flesh. Are you done now, or would you like to hurt my family some more?

Bellick: Still got some piss and vinegar in those old veins, eh Charles? I like it.

Manche: If they catch you with this, they'll kill you. I need this back by morning. If not, they'll know something is up. And cousin? Now you owe me.

Michael: He (Dad) took off thirty years ago. Why would he come back now, at the very last minute?

Lincoln: Did you see him? The guy in the viewing room? Michael: No. Lincoln: It was Dad.

Michael: We can go into that hole in the guard's room. About forty yards up Route 66, there's a grate and that'll get us halfway there. C-Note: And what about the rest of the way? Michael: We gotta do it above ground. C-Note: Oh, so it's just a bunch of cons taking a stroll in the middle of the night for all the guards to see? Michael: Yep. Sucre: You're right. It is suicide.

C-Note: You know what they say about weather in the Midwest, if you don't like it...wait an hour.

Sucre: So, that body, what if it's him [Steadman]? Michael: Well I'm not going to sit around hoping. Sucre: What does that mean? Michael: It means we get back to work... Sucre: God, I was hoping you would say that.

C.O. Geary: Hey, slim! You got my uni ready? Manche: Um... there's been a bit of a problem, boss. Geary: What the hell is this? Manche: I left the iron on it too long. Geary: You're as stupid as you are fat, you know that, D-cups? My new shirt's coming out of your kick.

Michael: The pipe system beneath the psych ward is, well it's complex. Be real easy to get lost. Sucre: How complex can it be? Michael: Very. When they built this place in 1858 the pipes were lead, a century later they discovered lead was a health risk, so they went to copper. They never removed the lead pipes, cost too much. There's thousands of yards of the stuff still down there. Then a few years ago they switched to industrial plastic, again it was cheaper just to lay it down over the old stuff. If I make a wrong turn down there tonight I won't make it back for count. Sucre: But you won't make the wrong turn, right?

Sucre: You owe me. Manche: Like hell I do, it's your turn not mine. Sucre: Ms. Mangina's broken window! Manche: The Dellaro sisters? Sucre: Your brother's lost El Camino. Manche: The church collection basket? Sucre: The donkey!! Manche: Yo! We took an oath bro. Sucre: Don't make me break it.

Sucre: You don't know all those plans by now? Michael: No, memorizing it would be like memorizing the phone book. Sucre: Yeah, but why not just tie up Route 66? Michael: Contingencies. Sucre: Contingencies?

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: Did your cell mate do this to you? Micheal: Sucre?... No. Sara: Then who did? Michael: This is the part where I don't answer you.

T-Bag: You tellin' me to get to the Infirmary we gotta go through the Whack Shack?

C-Note: When we come up out of that ground there, that tower there (points to his right), that tower there (points to his left), and that tower behind me, is gonna see us. We'll be like ducks in a shooting range, you feel me? Guard: Hurry it up, con! C-Note: Your plan sucks, snowflake.