Michael: You unscrewed the toilet, right? (Sucre's mouth drops open) That's 5 minutes we don't have!
Sucre: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm just…just feel like my head is spinning a little. (runs to toilet and throws up)
Michael: Are you okay?
Sucre: If we get caught… I can't do 10 more years, bro. I can't. (gates open)
Guard: Tier time! One hour!
Michael: There's no going back now.