Prison Break

General: (To Gretchen) My girl... (He kisses her)

Mahone: Acceptance is important, Wyatt. I had to accept that my son is gone. And you have to accept that your life, your very short life span ahead of you, is just going to be filled with agonizing pain. At least until you do what I've asked of you. And then, then the pain will go away.

General: If a couple of boys from Illinois can get that close, it's time to mix things up.

Wyatt: I've already been many things a lot worse than dead in my life, Doctor. You better have more than that to threaten me with.

Bellick: That's more than just hurting, that's pain. I've never cared about anything like that. I look at what I've done with my life, beating on cons at Fox River, chasing money, trying to keep my own ass out of prison...

T-Bag: I'll stay in my nice, air-conditioned office, Pretty, and you can crawl down into your little hole now.

Self: I'm giving you my word, when the time is right, I won't stand in your way. Mahone: When the time is right, I won't let you.

Bellick: I got almost a decade on you and I'm not sucking wind. Sucre: I got shot, Brad. Bellick: Oh, yeah.

General: (to Gretchen) We'll rebuild this country in our own image. And when we do, I want you there beside me, as my number two, as I always promised.

Self: He's (Roland) been reconfigured and given a permanent resting place. Lincoln: Good. Take his bowling shirts and the rest of his crap with you when you leave.

Sucre: Just so we're clear, we get to go up that ladder, head toward that noise, we don't know what it is, but if we're lucky, we basically get to walk smack into the Company's headquarters? Michael: Sounds about right. You up for it? Sucre: Oh, yeah.

General: How's Emmy? Gretchen: I didn't come here to listen to you pretend to care about her. Or me.

T-Bag: What the hell are you doing? Gretchen: (picking up a gun) Me? I'm getting ready for a meeting.

Lisa: Respectfully, this is not as simple as unplugging a laptop and moving it to another room. The data on Scylla is too delicate.

Wyatt: I am no different from that man over there who wants to kill me. Alexander Mahone was forced to do things by the Company and so was I, but I know people, people in government, people that can help you and Michael. I can give you a phone number. Arrangements can be made. All you have to do is trust me and this will all be over.

General: It's okay. She (Gretchen) won't hurt me.

Michael: There is no other way! This is it. This is where our plans lead. This is the way to Scylla!

Wyatt: (to Sara) Please, let's you and I figure a way out of this mess that works for everybody.

Self: I'm going to deal with Gretchen when the time is right, okay? You guys go down to Gate and get started. I'm going to stay here and make sure we get what we need from Wyatt.

Wyatt: (to Sara) So they sent Florence Nightingale to get me all ready.

Lincoln: We don't have a choice. Bellick: You don't. I do.

General: (to Gretchen) I knew you'd come home.

Wyatt: You're going to talk to me now? Self: Me? No, we're done talking, but you're not.

Detective: (to T-Bag) From what I've heard from other people, you and Mr. Blauner didn't get along. Would you mind talking about that?

General: I want it impossible for them (the brothers) to walk down the streets of Los Angeles without being recognized.

T-Bag: (to Gretchen) While you're nowhere to be found, there's sleuthin' going on here regarding the whereabouts of one Andrew Blauner.

Sara: So, I figured if you and I had a talk... Wyatt: You'd make me see the light?

T-Bag: And if I'm going down for this little homicide, I ain't going alone, we're going together, like traffic and weather.