Prison Break Season 3 Episode 6

Lechero: Anyone who affronts our justice system in this way must be punished. I know the coward won't come forward, but if anyone has information about this shameful act, I demand to know!

Whistler: (to Michael) Does that pass your test? I told you I was a fisherman.

Lincoln: (to Michael) I lied to you. I'm sorry. If you don't break out today, they're going to kill my son.

Susan B.: (to L.J.) Once I cut the spinal cord and sever the nerve endings, you won't feel a thing.

Susan B.: (to Lincoln) Smart move, not telling your brother (about Sara's death). He seems a little sensitive to me.

Michael: What are we going to do to get the upper hand here, Linc? You think they're just going to turn over L.J. and Sara?

Michael: (to Lechero) You're a joke! You talk about equality, you talk about justice, but at the end of the day, you're a dictator. And just like any other dictator, you're terrified of losing your power.

Tyge: I was concierge at the Ambassador Hotel. I could've sworn (Whistler) worked there for a few months. Who the hell knows? I was high half the time. Kind of why I got fired. Kind of why I'm in here.

Lincoln: They're going to kill L.J.! Michael, we've got to do this!

T-Bag: (to Michael) My condolences. You finally make a friend and he's about to die. Damn shame.

Susan B.: No more surprises, Lincoln!

T-Bag: (laughing) Norman? Norman?
Inmate: As you can imagine, he prefers "Lechero."
T-Bag: Norman! Does he kill you before or after he does your taxes?

Susan B.: (to L.J.) Let's be clear: this is an exchange. You don't try to be a hero, you and your father will be okay.

Whistler: I understand the rules here and I respect them, but why the rush to judgment?

T-Bag: (to Michael) You want to save your friend? Someone else has to die.

Michael: (to Lechero) This is a mistake! This is murder! You know it and I know it! At least have the guts to admit it!

Susan B.: Let's just say men are pigs.

Lang: I was in the neighborhood.
Mahone: You came all this way to visit?
Lang: I came to get you out of here.

Lincoln: (to Michael) We're playing this one straight: no games, no surprises, all right?

Susan B.: (preparing to kill L.J.) Your father tried to be a hero.

Michael: If I don't see pictures of L.J. and Sara by 2:30 this afternoon, I'm not going anywhere.

(Agents Sullins and Lang looking official in black suits are waiting by the fence. Mahone comes out wearing dirty clothes, with unkempt hair and dried blood on his face.)
Sullins: Wow! Living the good life, huh? Is that what this is? Having too good a time here to contemplate leaving?
Alex: I needed some time to think.
Sullins: Well, I needed some time to finalize our agreement with the Panamanians, but instead I get dragged down here.
Alex: Yeah, I'm sure it was really hard to convince you to come down here.
Sullins: I will be honest. I was looking forward to seeing you down here like this. But now that I'm here, I...uh...wouldn't wish this on anyone.

Bellick: What the hell do you want?
Michael: I don't like you. I certainly don't respect you.
Bellick (deadpan): Stop, you're hurting my feelings.
Michael: But you never struck me as a murderer.
Bellick: You think I killed Tyge?
Michael: C'mon Brad, who did it?
Bellick: Not me. I can't even kill myself.

Michael: Does anybody want to say anything about what we just saw out there?
Mahone: What's there to say?
Michael: Well for starters, you said an hour ago that maybe we have to kill someone, and then someone gets killed!

Michael: You suggest I make something up?
T-Bag: If it makes your conscience feel any better, we're blaming someone that deserves this; that has killed before and has gone unpunished.
Michael: Yeah, like you maybe.