Prison Break Season 1 Episode 3

Sebastian: Look. I'm going to make this real easy for you. Do you want to get married? Or not?
Veronica: I don't know.
Sebastian: (sarcastically) Wonderful.

Hale: (about to execute Leticia) I'm sorry. You gotta believe that.

Veronica: I thought maybe they'd gotten to you.
Leticia: Oh yeah? And why do you care so much about my well being all of a sudden?
Veronica: I don't.
Leticia: Finally, an honest answer.

Kellerman: We have been informed that you obtained a copy of the surveillance tape entered as evidence in the Lincoln Burrows trial.
Veronica: Is there a problem with that?
Kellerman: We are just following up.
Veronica: Has there been some amendment to the Freedom of Information Act that I'm unaware of?

Bellick: Open on forty! Scofield. Found you a new celly. As luck would have it, I found him in the psych ward. You were the only guy with an empty tray so...
Michael: Psych ward?
Bellick: You got a problem with that? Because if you do, please feel free to drop it in my suggestion box here. (He taps the toilet) Haywire, get in here! Close it up on forty! (The gate closes) Oh and Scofield? Just a heads up. Don't make eye contact with him.

Lincoln: Hey um, I've been talking to the chaplain and they'd like me to cite who I should uh... have at the uh... I guess what I'm trying to say is, when you get to the end, you start to realize what's important to you. You know, who really matters to you. And uh, you know, that leaves you and Mike. You're the only blood I got left in this... this world. LJ: You know, I, I gotta say I'm not really following what you're saying. Lincoln: Well uh. In the end, the only thing that matters is love. Blood, family, you.Um. (He puts his hand to the grate at the top of the cage.) Give me your hand. LJ: What are you doing? Lincoln: Give me your hand. Give me your hand... (LJ places his hand against his father's) I want you to be there when... I want you to be there the day before I die. So I can see you. So I can hold you. I uh, I love you. I've always loved you. LJ: This whole thing, um, I don't know if I can take it. Lincoln: Me neither. I don't have a choice. You do.

Abruzzi:I need to be outside these walls before Fibonacci testifies. Michael: You will be. Abruzzi: He testifies in one month. Michael: Then we'll be out in plenty of time. Abruzzi: If not, you're a corpse. So you'd better cut the crap and tell me the exact date and time so I can start making the arrangements. Michael: I don't know if I can trust you with that information yet. Abruzzi: Why not? Michael: Like I said, John, you're a mercurial man.

Abruzzi: Got an issue with our little friend over there?
T-Bag:: I don't gotta come to you. You don't give the green light.
Abruzzi: Everything in here runs through me, you know that.
T-Bag:: Maytag's in the ground because of that piece of detritus.
Abruzzi: So now you want him.
T-Bag:: Every day, for the rest of his bid.
Abruzzi: Seems you and I have something in common, then.

Veronica (expecting Leticia): Have a good smoke?
Kellerman: I don't smoke.

Lincoln: Bellick.
Bellick: Hey, what's up, Lincoln?
Lincoln: I want some extra time outside for the next couple weeks.
Bellick (Laughing): Paint fumes from PI must be getting to you.
Lincoln: Cell phone's allowed in here? (He stands up and Bellick takes off his hat)
Bellick: Who?
Lincoln: Extra time outside. Couple cigarettes?
Bellick: Half hour, one week, one cigarette. (Lincoln nods and walks to his cell)
Lincoln: Know a con named Sucre?

Pope: Why didn't you include any names?
Lincoln: Why would I want anyone to watch me die?
Pope: I've seen it happen a number of ways. Some people want to go it alone, others have grandiose statements that they want to make, but most want some member of their family there before they leave this world.
Lincoln: I'll do it alone.
Pope: Son, in my opinion, all inmates who have made that choice have deeply regretted it in their final minutes. I'll uh, leave it blank for now. You have less than four weeks now. You should give it some thought.

Sara: What happened?
Michael (Breathing in deeply): Oh, nothing.
Sara: This isn't nothing Michael. I need you to tell me what happened.
Michael: Don't make me lie to you... Please.

Sara: I think you'd better have an instant Investigation. Bellick: Oh, there's no need. We know what happened. Sara: Uh, perhaps you'd be good enough to enlighten me? Bellick: Ah, well there was a bit of gardening shears left on the floor of the shed, evidently he stepped on them. Sara: But they went straight through his boot huh? Bellick: Yeah. Sara: So, why wasn't the boot still on his foot? Bellick: Like I said doc. We got it taken care of.

Sucre (catching Michael hiding a bar of soap disguised as a cell phone): Tell me that ain't what I think it is.
Michael: It ain't what you think it is.

Bellick: I thought you said you were just gonna have a conversation with him.
Abruzzi (holding Michael's severed toes): Yeah, I did. Things, uh…escalated.

Abruzzi (after elbowing T-Bag in the face): Ah, he talks too much.

Michael: What's your problem?
Haywire: I got a neuroanatomic lesion affecting my reticular activating system.
Michael: What does that mean?
Haywire: It means I don't sleep. At all.

Michael: You're a mercurial man, John.
Abruzzi: I prefer bold.

Abruzzi's Cellmate: I say we take his whole foot.
Abruzzi: We could cut off all his limbs. He still wouldn't talk. Pain is not the answer here. Maybe the Beatles were right after all – maybe all you need is love.

Lincoln: How far behind are we?
Michael: Three days.
Lincoln: I thought you said the margin of error was zero days.
Michael: I did.

Michael: What are you doing?
Sucre: What's it look like I'm doing? I'm rolling it up.
Michael: You can't do this!
Sucre: I'm done playin' your reindeer games, fish. I'm gonna transfer to a nice, quiet cell with a normal cellie. One that doesn't screw my entire life up.

Veronica: (Michael limps out to meet her in the visitation room) They've gotten to you haven't they? The other prisoners. My God Michael, this place is gonna kill you.

Lincoln (finding out what Abruzzi did to Michael): I'm gonna kill that scum!
Michael: You won't. You kill him, you kill our express ticket out of here.

Sara: If you want I could recommend you be sent to ad-seg.
Michael: With the rape victims and the snitches.
Sara: It would keep you safe.
Michael: Thanks. But I think I'd like to face the monsters on my own.

Sara: Michael, you understand by law I'm obligated to file a report if I feel there's been prisoner misconduct. There's no way this injury happened by stepping on a blade in a garden shed.
Michael: If you file a report things could get a lot worse for me.
Sara: They're not already?
Michael: Not compared to what they could be. I've made some enemies.
Sara: Yeah. You scared? (Michael glares at her) (mutters) Men.

Michael: You said you talked to a woman. What was her name?
Veronica: Leticia.
Michael: Leticia Barris.
Veronica: How'd you know?
Michael: A year ago I was doing exactly what you're doing. Tryin' to find out the truth. It's a bottomless pit, Veronica. They designed it that way, so by the time you got to the bottom of it Lincoln would be dead.

Sucre: (to Michael) Soap? I lost my conjugals... over soap.

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

Dr. Tancredi: 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.
Dr. Tancredi: Brother sounds like a smart man.
Michael: He is. In here though, you face your fear, you open that door and there's a hundred more doors behind it. And the monsters that are hiding behind them are all real.

Sucre: Are you crazy? You think I wanna break out of here? Sixteen months from now I'm out the gate. I'm getting married, Papi, and I sure as hell not doin' it with no posse on my ass. Man I oughta beat you six ways till Sunday. I lost my conjugals pendejo, because of your little bar of soap.
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. Tu me estas entendiendo? (Walks off.)
Lincoln: That went well.