Prison Break

(repeated line) Sofia (in Spanish): Bring my husband out now!

Guard: Any attempt to assist an inmate with escape will be met with a lethal response. Lincoln: Wouldn't dream of it.

Lincoln: What happened to your face? Susan: Cat. Lincoln: Cat? That's a big cat. Susan: You push anything too far into a corner and the claws will come out.

Mahone: No weapons. Rules are rules, remember? If we don't have them, we're savages.

Consul: The good news: as of yesterday, you're a free man. You got nothing to worry about. Lincoln: Just my brother.

Sammy: Let's go, blanco. Orientación. Michael: I'm not interested. Sammy: That's not for you to decide. (He lifts his shirt to reveal a knife)

Lincoln: They find anything else? Consul: Like what? Lincoln: A bag. Consul: What was in it? Lincoln: A little money. Consul: Sorry. Lincoln: 'Course they didn't.

Clerk: Your brother – where do they have him incarcerated? Lincoln: Sona. (the clerk is silent) What? Clerk: The worst of the worst are there. Men no other prison will take. They rioted so badly a year ago, the guards pulled out. Just left them to themselves. Thousand thieves, rapists, murderers. The government just stays back, keeps the perimeter. To them, Sona's a one-way street: what goes in, never comes out, unless it's dead.

Linc: You gotta do something. My brother is innocent! He's an American citizen! Clerk: Well, there's nothing I can do about that. Linc: Of course there is. Back at the crime scene, that'll prove – Clerk: Look, I'm a night clerk, ok? If you want someone who can really do something, you're gonna have to wait for the consult. He gets in in the morning. I'm sorry. Linc: That ain't gonna cut it.

(Calling out to the other prisoners before the fight) Lechero: We have a disagreement between two dogs. A drug addict and a thief. I condone neither. And I wash my hands of both of them. But they have an issue. And we have rules. And without rules we are nothing but savages. Therefore, the proper respect for the rules. This fight is engaged with only one rule; no weapons. Only man versus man, without augmentation or handicap. I'm done talking!

Michael: Fighting dirty? That's your secret? Mahone: I didn't think there was any such thing as clean in a place like this. Michael: You know, I'm surprised Alex. It almost sounds like you care. Mahone: You're my "Get-out-of-jail-free-card". Just survive.

Michael: Tell me something. Do you always set up your fights? Lechero: (shakes head) I had nothing to do with it. Michael: Yet the only one in this whole prison who has a problem with me, is you. Lechero: I'd be glad to see you go down... superstar.

Mahone: This is the first day for the rest of our lives. How about we work together, you know? Help each other out. Michael: Except everytime I look at you... all I can see is the man that killed my father. You're on your own.

Lechero: I'm not the judge. I don't deal in the claims people make. I just make sure the rules are followed. And the rules say all grievances are dealt with two men in a ring, a fight. Michael: I'll be leaving tomorrow, so that won't be necessary. Lechero: It may not be necessary to you, but it is to me. I have a duty to maintain order here. An ironclad legal system that assures that no one goes independent with their grievances, as is so often the case in other prisons. Here, there is a system, and that system means order. So whether you agree with it or not, does not matter to me. There's a larger agenda than yours.

T-Bag: Playing by yourself. Same old Pretty. Just not good at making friends, are you? Michael: We got nothing to say to each other. T-Bag: On another note, on a big picture note, them big government types that shook me down so hard, why is it they wanted you here? Was it Sona they was interested in? That's what I'm thinking. Want me to get you down here, up in this very county. What do you think it is, huh? You think it's Sona? Who'd be interested in a dump like this?