Prison Break

Self: You guys need to get out of mourning. We need to get back to work. And Fernando, (turns to Sucre) my friend, let me tell you something: if you ever put your hands on me again, I promise you, there's going to be two bodies in the fridge.

Trishanne: This one is tough, I'm telling you. Bagwell, Gretchen Morgan, they're thugs. I have been face down with a gun to the back of my head more than once.

Lincoln: What Gretchen did for Sucre makes me think we could use her. I asked her for the sixth card.

T-Bag: Where's Pretty and the fat man?

Michael: For an ex-employee, you sure seem to know about current Company business. Gretchen: Don't get paranoid. I'm keeping one ear to the ground for your benefit, which is a really good reason to work with me, not against me.

General: Scylla's security is the foundation of this entire organization.

Sucre: Calm? You just said I'm standing on top of a bomb!

Mahone: (to Self) If you want Scylla, and I assume you still do, Brad Bellick's body goes home to his mother.

Mahone: Nobody's going to die today!

Gretchen: First of all, I have no idea why the Company would want to put an explosive device of any kind underneath their own building... Sucre: Under the courtyard!

Mahone: He (Bellick) kept a badge from the police benefit. Sucre: When he was a CO at Fox River, he failed the test to get into the academy five times.

Dr. Malden: (to Michael) I'm not stupid. I know who you are. I'm not going to turn you in. My concern is for what's going on with your health.

Michael: Brad didn't die in vain. We can make this work.

Baker: (to Mahone) You're not Company.

Sara: (to Self) This is my decision, not yours. We're going to the hospital.

General: Perhaps we should call in David Baker, just to be safe. Lisa: That won't be necessary. We can do this all in-house and Scylla will be gone by morning.

Gretchen: (to T-Bag) I didn't want you to be the last to know. Scylla is moving.

Gretchen: I heard you were dead. Michael: Don't believe everything you hear.

Sucre: He's (Bellick) got a mother, you know.

Michael: Inside there are no cameras. The Company doesn't want any visual evidence that Scylla exists.

Sucre: Call your brother, please!

T-Bag: As my pappy used to say "Stand by, your glasses steady and drink to your comrade's eyes. Here's a toast to the dead already and hurrah for the next to die."