Prison Break

Kellerman: You picked the son of a Company man to be our patsy? Did the Company know? Brinker: The Company did know. That was the whole point. Kellerman: How 'bout you elaborate on that? Brinker: How about you stop with all the questions? You are a glorified bodyguard. That's it. The job's to be seen, not to be heard. Is that understood?

Kellerman(on the phone): Caroline, I've been doing this for fifteen years, and it's never been about anything other than you and your family, and most importantly, this country. Now, I need to know who I'm working for here. Vice-President Reynolds: You are working for me. Kellerman: Promise me that. Vice-President Reynolds: I promise you, Paul. I gotta go now.

Pope: Michael, I want you to be absolutely honest with me. Dr.Tancredi found this embedded in your flesh when she was treating you. Apparently it comes from a guard uniform. Have you been assaulted by an officer?(Michael looks away) Michael, Michael. I need an answer. This is not about sticking to the inmates' code anymore, this is about officer misconduct, that's my responsibility. You wouldn't want to see me lose my job now, would you? Michael: No, of course not, you've been very good to me, and my brother.

LJ (to Veronica): Can I ask you a question? Do you really think that you're going to get to the bottom of this, that they'll let you go to the bottom of this. These guys don't exist. You go after them with the law and they'll just use it against you. Veronica: But we're doing the best we can, okay. Nick: Law's the only way we're going to bring them to justice, LJ. LJ: They gunned my mother down, man, you think I give a damn about justice? I want them. I want to do to them what they did to me.

Michael: Linc, we're in a lot of trouble now. Lincoln: What happened? Michael: Pope asked some questions that I couldn't answer. Lincoln: About what? Michael: He's got proof I was where I wasn't supposed to be. He doesn't know it, but, sooner or later, he's going to put the whole thing together. There's no way out of this.

Bellick: Scofield. What's the nine-one-one. Tweener: It's four-one-one. And I don't know.

T-Bag (about Annie the Tranny): I may be social, but that's a line even I won't cross.

Pope: I need to know where you got that burn, right now. Otherwise, your ass is going to solitary, you understand? Your choice.

Kellerman/Owen Kravecki (answering machine): Hi, you've reached Owen Kravecki, I can't come to the phone right now. Leave a message and I'll return your call. Thanks, Have a great day.

Veronica: What about Quinn? Are we just gonna leave him here? Nick: You mean the guy who shot me in the back? Yeah, we're just gonna leave him here.

Sucre: Michael's in the SHU. C-Note: Oh God, the hits just keep coming!

Westmoreland: Got another badge... Michael: What is this, happy hour?

Sara: I uh… I've had some bad luck when it comes to relationships. Katie: Ya had bad luck or ya had bad boys? Sara: I think I managed to have a little of both. Hey, ok, you're right, I don't tend to go for the nice guys. I like the ones with the deep-seeded emotional issues I can internalize and make my own. Katie: Umhum, like Scofield? Sara: Nope, not like Scofield. Katie: Don't lie to me. Every time he comes in for his shot, you spend 20 minutes rollin' up his sleeve. Sara: All right, you know what, I think he's interesting. And, I think he's attractive. But he's still an inmate. I can promise you one thing, and that's that you will never see anything happen between me and an inmate.

Sucre: What are you doing? Michael: I'm trying to remember those blueprints. What we lost to the burn. Without them we'll never be able to navigate those pipes beneath psych ward. Sucre: Any luck? Michael: No. I spent a lot of time studying those blueprints. Tracing them night after night. Considering every possible route to the infirmary. It's like trying to take a test you studied for 10 years ago.

Westmoreland: Last thing we wanna do now is panic, fellas. T-Bag: Oh, it's panic time old head. We got a unfinished hole in that room over there Scofield's supposed to fill tonight. Come tomorrow 8 AM, they rip up that carpet, our game is over. Westmoreland: Unless someone else fills it. (they all look at Sucre) Sucre: Uhh, I… C-Note: Sorry papi, you're the only one with the toilet open to the outside world. Sucre: You're saying I go out there by myself tonight? C-Note: That's exactly what we're sayin'. Sucre: Are you kidding? That's impossible! C-Note: Look, I don't wanna hear "impossible" from you right now! I got people waitin' on me, people that I'm gonna lose unless you man up and get some cajones, comprende? Sucre: That's easy for you to say, pendejo. It ain't your ass on the line. C-Note: All of our asses are on the line. And you're the only cat that can do somethin' about it.

T-Bag: We got a real problem on our hands, don't we? Rug monkeys gonna come in here, tear up that carpet an' that hole's gonna be smilin' up at them! Michael: Then we'll have to fill it in. C-Note: Man, we just dug that bitch. Michael: All we need is a piece of plywood and a couple inches of that fast setting concrete on top of it. The carpet guys will never know there's anything beneath it. On the night we break out, we'll just smash through with a sledgehammer.

C-Note: So how 'bout it Fish, when we rollin' out? Michael: One hiccup left, but I'm working on it. C-Note: Yeah? And what's that? Michael: Our roadmap's a little incomplete at the moment.

Pope: What about Scofield? Sara: The burn on his back is fairly serious. Pope: Seems to be recovering. Sara: At first I assumed he was being assaulted by another inmate but I found this embedded in the skin of his back. (hands Pope a small piece of blue fabric in a plastic bag) Pope: What's this? Sara: It's fabric. Came from a guard's uniform.

T-Bag: Sister, your bloomers are showing. Annie the Tranny: They aren't showing, baby, they're flying!

Avocado (referring to Tweener): Look it... she's just a baby.

Avocado: You prob'ly don't have a hair on your body, do ya? Tweener: Just back yer punk ass up.

Michael: Hello, roomie. You were right about my tattoo. It is a path, just like you thought. And I need you to remember what you saw, Haywire. I need you to remember what it looked like. Do you think you can do that for me? Haywire: Who are you?

Tweener: Come on man I just need some time. Bellick: You had your time, you're a waste of my fries.

Lincoln (talking to Michael): You're thinking about the wrong thing. You need to be thinking about how to get out of here.

Michael: I put my blood into this. (starts punching the wall frantically)

(Michael is being dragged by two guards into the solitary room) Michael: No! Don't do this!! Lincoln (hears Michael): Michael! Michael!