Prison Break

Whistler: (to Michael) If you can't get me out of here, tell me now. Because time's running out.

Tyge: I saw the other Americans. So, none of you called the embassy? Bellick: Us gringos ain't all butt-buddies.

T-Bag: My clientele keeps a tight schedule. I've got to make sure I see to their needs.

Colonel: (to Lechero) There is a gun in your prison and it was pointed at one of my men. We are going to find it.

T-Bag: (to Mahone) It's two-for Tuesday! A one time special, just for you.

Mahone: (to Tyge) Is this your first time in prison? Rule number one: you mind your own business.

Lincoln: If all goes well, we'll see them tomorrow.

Whistler: (to Michael) I'm guessing you always won the elementary science fair.

Susan B.: Lincoln, calm down. Sounds to me like you and your brother are in over your heads...There's a bad joke about Sara in there somewhere.

Whistler: Prior to this experience I had the utmost respect for the law.

Michael: I ran some tests last night. Military jeeps patrol the perimeter at night. There's no way of telling where they're going to be in the dark. Lincoln: We need the dark!

Whistler: I suppose you were married to the job, drank too much, rabid insomniac. Typical lawman. Mahone: Yep. Just like you reek of live bait, have a girl in every port, tell fish stories, or so I've heard.

Lincoln: (to Michael) I'm not in the position to bargain with these people; they're pissed! You break out tomorrow, let's focus on that. Let's keep on track.

Lincoln: I want this to work out just as badly as you do. Susan B.: More, I'm sure.

Sofia: (to a group of police officers) This is why my friends don't visit Panama. You cops bother everyone.

Mahone: You're the new guy. Tyge: Yeah. Who are you? Mahone: Not the new guy.

Michael: What's so urgent we can't get you out of here the day after tomorrow? Whistler: I don't know. I don't have all the answers. You don't know me, I don't know you, but it's your job to get me out of here.

Sofia: What did you get? Lincoln: Supplies. Can you pop the trunk, please? Sofia: Who am I gonna tell, honestly? Lincoln: You could be a Russian spy for all I know. Live out of this thing? (opening car trunk) Sofia: I have to be prepared in case of an emergency. Lincoln: Well, we got an emergency.

Lincoln: When did you meet your boyfriend, Whistler? Sofia: My last year of school. I worked in this place in San Isabel. He used to come around by himself and sit down in the bar. Lincoln: Hitting on the waitress. That's romantic. Sofia: He is!

(At the beach) Lincoln: This looks good. Sofia: For what? Lincoln: Have a seat. Sofia: What am I supposed to do here? Lincoln: Look like you're having fun.

T-Bag: In this world, sister, we are all prostitutes. You are a queen!

Mahone: As a devoted student of your work and skills, I really look forward to progress on your plan, Michael. Michael: I'm looking forward to you getting off my back.