Prison Break

Nick: Well, we're pissing someone off. Veronica: You say that like it's a good thing. Nick: People start breaking the law, you know you're getting warm.

Pope: I'm assuming this is about your transfer request for Michael Scofield? Kellerman: More specifically why you denied it. Pope: Look, Mr. Kellerman, do I come into your house and tell you where to put your furniture?

Michael: These are the guys we're breaking out with. Abruzzi: I don't think so, Fish. That was not our agreement. I'm not gonna work with this crazy rhino. Lincoln: Keep pushing it, John. Abruzzi: Yeah, I keep pushing it, you know. Huh, what's your deal man? (Lincoln gets in Abruzzi's face.) Lincoln: Touch my brother again and I'll show you. Abruzzi: Brother? Your brother?

Bellick:(pinning Michael against a wall) I could kill you and the paperwork wouldn't need much more than the date.

Pope:(to Michael) I'm impressed. Not even a week in here and you're already working it like an old con.

Michael: Don't believe everything you hear. I'm not going anywhere.

Bellick:(over the walkie-talkie to Patterson) Stop trying to nail the secretary and check the damn office!

Bellick: We got a runner!

Dr. Tancredi: Fox River's a small town, Lincoln. People around here don't have a whole lot to do besides time and talk.

Sucre: The Ricans, we got genetically higher blood pressure, you know that? My cousin, he died from too much stress. Michael: Thought you said your cousin was moving in on your girl. Sucre: That's my other cousin. But thanks for bringing that up, jackass!

Michael (prompting Sucre to provide cover so Michael can enter the tunnel): Don't we have some laundry to do? Sucre (washing clothes in the sink): Just to be clear, I'm not touching your drawers.

Michael: It's time. Sucre: Time? Oh God, here we go again. Count's in 15 minutes, what are you doing? Michael: Trust me. The less you know, the better. Sucre: The less I know? Man, you got me in the dark! Michael: That's exactly where you wanna be.

Lincoln: You know I'd made my peace to what was coming then you show up and give me the one thing a man in my situation shouldn't have: hope. And now that's gonna be taken away… Michael: Don't do this, Linc. Lincoln: I got three weeks. What do you want me to do? (Michael has a flashback to when he and Lincoln were kids, after their mother's funeral) Young Lincoln: Come on, Michael. What do you want me to do? Young Michael: Bring her back. Young Lincoln: You know I can't do that. But look – there's some stuff that I can do. It's not gonna be the same. But we're gonna figure it out. And no matter what, it's still gonna be me and you. Young Michael: Ok, but what if something happens to you? Young Lincoln: You just have a little faith. (flashback ends) Michael: Just have a little faith.

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.

Pope: Why do I get the feeling that there's more to you than meets the eye, Scofield? Anything you want to tell me? Some other reason you're in here besides holding up a bank? (pause) You're being transferred. Michael: What? Pope: We're moving you over to Statesville. Michael: You can't do that. Pope: Yes I can. I'm the boss here. This is my house. Michael: Three weeks. Pope: What for? Michael: Lincoln Burrows. He's being executed in three weeks. Pope: Well, I'm aware of that. What's that to you? Michael: He's my brother.

Michael: We're not breaking out of a Jamba Juice, gentlemen. It's gonna take a little more than digging a few holes. There are eyes, ears, dots that couldn't be connected from the outside.

Abruzzi: You know I have a real hard time trusting you, Fish. Michael: The important thing is that we stay on schedule. Abruzzi: Yeah, English, Fitz, or Percy? Michael: English, Fitz, or Percy. Abruzzi: You wanna know which one I think we should take out? Michael: All due respect I don't need opinions. I need answers.

Michael: Look, the good news is I can get to the roof. Sucre: So what happens now? Michael: Now, it's all about timing.

Sara (about Michael): You close? Lincoln: We were. Sara: How 'bout now? Lincoln: Huh? Sara: How 'bout now. Lincoln: (sighs) He's been abandoned his whole life. Dad, mom – she died young. And now me. Sara: Think that's why he's here? 'Cause your…your death would feel like it's happening again? Lincoln: I abandoned him a long time ago. That's why he's here.

Pope: What's this prisoner doing out of his cell? C.O. Rizzo: He's being transferred. Pope: No, no, no, no there must be some kind of a mistake. This man filed a motion yesterday. He has a medical condition which precludes his transfer. Sinusitis, right? Michael: Sinusitis. Pope: Take the prisoner back to his cell. But yank his rec time, he missed count last night.

Nick: All right, here's the deal. We believe Lincoln; this tape is a lie. It has to be. Veronica: But you saw it, it's all there. Nick: Yeah, but maybe what we're looking for is what's not 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.