Prison Break

Gretchen shoots at Sucre and finds her gun is empty Gretchen: It's your lucky day, Sugar. Lincoln puts his gun to her Gretchen's head Lincoln: Not yours.

General: When a fellow human being is suffering, why would we not want to lend a hand? Empathy, Sara, is the only thing that separates us from the beasts.

Sucre: I won't be here later. I can't do this anymore. Sara said Michael was okay, that's all I needed to know. Now I've got to live my own life. And that's a life where I can go a day without seeing a dead body or almost becoming one. I'm not running away, papi, I'm just moving on.

General: (to Lincoln) You will work with a basset hound in a birthday hat if I tell you to. That's what being an employee means.

Lincoln: You're not getting out of here, Michael. I made a deal: your life in exchange for Scylla. Michael: Why would you do that? Lincoln: For the same reason you covered your body in tattoos and broke into Fox River.

Westmoreland: Not everything is as it seems. Goodbye, Michael.

Gretchen: Gee, Don, you just cracked my whole Electra complex wide open. Kudos. But you're not the only one who did their homework, just so you know.

Westmoreland: If you discovered that a structure you'd built was deficient, would you tear down the building or find a way to fix it? Michael: I've tried to fix it. I've tried to make things right. All I've done is add more weight to it. And now...now it can't take any more.

Lincoln: (to T-Bag) Shut up. You can save yourself a lot of pain and embarrassment of asking me to stop if you just tell me where they (Self and Gretchen) are.

Michael: It is the job of a structural engineer to make sure everything he creates is designed to withstand the weight placed upon it. What I built here does not hold up.

General: (to Sara) I know your opinion of the work we do here, but know this: not everything is at it seems.

Self: (to Gretchen) He (the General) punished you, he treated you like crap, just like your real daddy.

Westmoreland: You have the answers, Michael. Michael: What are the questions?

Sucre: Scylla's out there somewhere. Are we really going to keep chasing it?

Sara: (to Michael) I'm not going to leave you. Don't you dare leave me.

Westmoreland: (to Michael) The answer is no. You're wondering if you're dead and the answer is no.

Michael: It was all for nothing.

Lincoln: (to Sucre) One more day, bro. I can't do this without you.

Doctor: The gamma knife has a recurrence rate of 13%. We'll be using a technique that's more advanced.

Sara: (to Lincoln) I don't understand why the Company would help him (Michael).

Michael: You look beautiful. Sara: You're a liar.

Don: Do you have any idea who the buyer is? Gretchen: No, and we never will. Whoever's walking away with the information that's on Scylla, will do whatever it takes to stay below the Company radar. Besides, would you screw some guy's wife, and then leave your card on his pillow?