Prison Break

President Reynolds (after killing the President): And you said I couldn't get things done. Agent Brinker: Madam Vice President, perhaps we could get together and discuss how to move... President Reynolds: It is President now, madam, and you're going to have to talk to my organizers; my schedule is suddenly quite full. I'm sure you'll understand.

Sucre: All I want to do is touch her belly, feel him in there. After that, whatever I have to do, I'll figure it out. I just want to touch her belly. We're close, papi.

Vice-President Reynolds: Soft money, it makes the world go round, you know it and I know it. You cut my funding and I can't run a proper campaign without it. Agent Brinker: There's a lot of internal debate, trust me. And there's every chance you can still win with your message and it would certainly be our... Vice-President Reynolds: Oh, cut the crap. Is there anything else you wanna tell me? Or did you just come here to twist the knife you stuck in my back? Brinker: Well, actually I came here to express our gratitude for all you've done for us over the years, and to let you know that this isn't personal. Surely you've been in politics long enough to know that.... Vice-President Reynolds: Look, is this is about the energy bill? Brinker: The energy bill has nothing to do with it. Vice-President Reynolds: Why am I finding that so tough to believe? I'm a grown woman, how about you give it to me straight? Brinker: All right... All right. The bottom line Madam Vice President is that you can't affect change in the Oval Office and that is what we need the most - certitude. Simply put, you can't get things done. Vice-President Reynolds: Well, maybe you don't know me so well. Brinker(she smiles sarcastically): I highly suggest that in the coming weeks as the race narrows and the candidates start falling out, that you walk away quietly on your own volition. Otherwise maybe it'll be of The Company's volition.

C.O. JJ (in to his walkie talkie): We gotta 10-98! Inmates over the wall. C.O. JJ (runs over and wraps his arms round Manche's neck): Who was with you? Who was with you? Manche: Nobody! C.O. JJ: Nobody huh? Talk, I swear to God I will snap your neck right here. Manche: I don't know, I don't know! C.O. JJ: Names, I want names! Manche: Scofield, Burrows, Sucre and that Vanilla Ice kid. C.O. JJ: Who else? Manch: Bagwell, man. C-Note, Abruzzi and that bug-eyed J-Cat. C.O. JJ: Was there anybody else? Manche: I don't know. C.O. JJ (shouts in his face): Was there anybody else? Manche: Westmoreland.

Lincoln: Michael…if this doesn't work out, I just want you to know I – Michael: I know. I know

Veronica (discovering Terrence Steadman is still alive and well): Hello Terrence.

Michael: The airstrip's on the other side of that field. Just 500 yards and this whole thing's over.

C-Note (to Abruzzi): You know, your jet better be there, Mr. Mafia. You feel me? It better be there.

(Abruzzi pulls a gun on T-Bag, who handcuffs himself to Michael) Abruzzi: Think that's gonna stop me? T-Bag: Think twice, dumb boy. You shoot me, pretty here will be draggin' around 175 pounds of dead Alabama flesh with him. And considerin' how much you need him to get this little Fibonacci vendetta of yours, huh? So I just don't think you're gonna be pullin' that trigger.

Michael: This is as far as you go, my friend. Tweener: Wha? No man, you can't leave me out here, not like this – Michael: We had a deal, remember? Tweener: Yeah, but come on bro… Michael: You and I, we're not bros. And I don't think you want me tellin' the guys what I know. Now walk.

TV Reporter: …have corroborated that President Mills was admitted into emergency care here a little more than 45 minutes ago. In the chief surgeon's words, President Mills suffered massive cardiac arrest. Doctors were unable to revive him. The news out of Washington Medical Center is official now – the President of the United States, Richard Mills, is dead. And keeping with protocol Vice President Reynolds is in an undisclosed location being sworn in as the 46th president.

Pope: You're saying you don't know anything about this? Katie: Honestly, I don't. Pope: The door was left open, Katie. Katie: It wasn't me! Pope: Then who was it? Only you and Dr. Tancredi were left at the end of the night. The orderly confirmed that. Katie: It wasn't me! Pope: Then you're telling me it was Dr. Tancredi? Katie: No! I… Pope: I know you know something, Katie. And anything you know, you have got to tell me. If you don't you are gonna lose a lot more than your job. Withholding information makes you an accessory and I will press that button if you don't start talking! Katie: Sara… Pope: What about Sara? Katie: Sara had a thing for Scofield.

Pope (through megaphone; to the guards): When those men went over the wall they made a choice. That choice makes them a threat to society once again. Now as many of you know, some of those men are convicted killers. Now our job is to protect and ensure the safety of the general population. That means, if we have to bring them down to ensure that safety, by God we will do it! This time we're playing for keeps, gentlemen. Now it's been at least 12 minutes since they went over that wall. That's 1 mile on foot at best. If they've got their hands on a vehicle they could be 10 miles from here. So LETS GET MOVING!

Bellick (whilst being helped out of the hole): Get me my shotgun! Random Prison Guard: Pope's already given orders for all the C.O.s to hit the... Bellick: Did I stutter?! Get me my shotgun! (heavy breathing) Those piles of crap doing what they just did, just signed their death warrants. Every last one of them. (pumps shotgun)

Abruzzi: If you think I won't cut you myself to get that key, you're in for a big surprise. T-Bag: I encourage you to remember the last time you came at me with a knife... Michael: Shut up! Shut up! Both of you!

T-Bag: Hey, John, I gotta ask you, Why are you so intent on Lincoln driving here and you taking that particular seat?

Haywire: Sorry. (After stealing a little girl's bicycle)

Abruzzi: He's lucky I didn't take this to his head. (Shortly after cutting T-Bag's hand with an axe)

T-Bag (laughing after a failed attempt to cut handcuffs): I guess it was just meant to be. (Laughter cut short noticing Abruzzi with an axe)

C-Note: Yo c'mon, man, we gotta roll. Michael: We don't got to do anything but wait right here and let them get ahead of us. Sucre: I don't know if we're gonna get a chance, Papi. Michael: Dogs! Son of a bitch! Sucre: They're coming right for us. Michael: Nobody move! They can't smell us. (police dogs begin barking furiously) Abruzzi: But they can SEE us!

Sucre: What do we do now? Michael: We RUN!