Prison Break

Mr. Tucci: The only witness to this alleged murder is Veronica Donovan, Lincoln Burrows' ex-girlfriend. Now, Your Honor, I feel for Ms. Donovan... Veronica: Save it!

Sucre (to T-Bag): Back up or I'll beat your skinny ass into the ground! And it wouldn't take much to do it.

C-Note: I should be halfway to seeing my family right now!

Westmoreland (to Michael): I'm really sorry about your brother. Michael (sighs): Thanks. Look, I know you were counting on this so... Westmoreland: Let me worry about my problems, I know you got enough on your mind right now. For what it's worth, over the years I've known a few men who've sat in that chair. As the day gets near, all you can really do is pray it goes quick. Once, about ten years ago, there was a man caught a few sparks, not enough to do the job. Had to wait another three weeks while they reset the whole process. May sound crazy but it was the worst three weeks of his life. Cos it's not the lightning that kills you, it's the wait. So take solace in the fact that your brother's wait is over.

Sara (to Michael): Michael, I would pick up the phone right now if I thought there was any chance that I could make a difference, but you have to understand, I'm the last person in the world that my father listens to. He hates what I do, he hates what I believe in, and if I'm the one asking for clemency for your brother, your brother won't get it. (Michael watches the guard take Lincoln out of the infirmary.) I'm sorry.

Warden Pope: I believe in the process, but I don't relish the prospect of taking another man's life. Whether it's just or not, there's no joy in what lies before us today.

Michael: Sara--Dr. Tancredi, I'm sorry, this isn't about the morality of the death penalty. This is about killing an innocent man, my brother, and surely your father can't be in favor of that.

Sara: The least you could do is review his case. And Dad, if it helps, pretend it didn't come from me.

Michael: I did everything I could. Lincoln: I know you did.

Michael: There's only one person who can stop this execution.

(cell phone call) L.J.: There's something I want to tell you. Lincoln: What's that? L.J.: I had a dream last night. You and me were working on a house, pounding nails. And in the dream, it felt like we were older. It was so clear, the whole dream. And when I woke, I knew that today wasn't going to be the end. That...that we'll see each other again, Dad. I know it. I love you, Dad.

Patterson: You're gonna have to change into these. Lincoln: What's that? Patterson: At the moment of death, the body becomes incontinent, so... Lincoln: It's a diaper. Patterson: Yeah. You need to wear it. Lincoln: Make me.

Michael: I need to see my brother. Just to talk. Just 5 minutes. Sara: Okay, I'll try.

Veronica (while hugging last time to Lincoln): I loved you since the first time i saw you... Lincoln: I know...

Lincoln: I came in here a man. Give me the strength to walk out of here a man.

Lincoln: I've never given a damn about what people thought of me. Never. Last couple of days - got to admit, you know... Lee Harvey Oswald, John Wilkes Booth... Lincoln Burrows. I'm going to go down in history with these freaks. (pauses) Bitch of it all is - I didn't do it.

Gov. Tancredi: (to Sara) It's not like you're asking me for a new bike here, kitten.

(Michael hums tunelessly while looking at a hand of cards) Lincoln: You letting me win, Michael? Michael: No... Lincoln: Mm hmm, show me your cards. Michael: I'm not going to show you my cards. Lincoln: Show me your cards. Michael: I'm not going to show you my cards! Lincoln: Give me your cards! (grabs the cards out of Michael's hand and slaps them on the table) Michael: (sheepishly) Gin. Lincoln: Funny that...

Michael: Is there any news on the appeal? Lincoln: Don't know. Michael: Cause there could still be a ch.... Lincoln: Stop... Michael, please - this is going to happen. I gotta get my head straight. Let's just share memories, swap stories, talk about the damn weather - anything but torturing myself with the idea of hope. I can't take it anymore.

Michael: So if something happens to the chair, he's got three more weeks? Westmoreland: There's a lot of protocol in killin' a man, new death warrant, another medical clearance. Michael: A lot can happen in three weeks.

T-Bag: Remember, pretty, I am servin' life plus one. So if I get busted for attempted escape, I'm gonna throw in a homicide no problem, that's like a parkin' ticket to me.

T-Bag: You owe me a ticket out of here, pretty. And I will collect.

Security: Is everything alright, Doc? Dr. Tancredi : Yeah, everything's fine. Security (referring to Lincoln): Why isn't he handcuffed to the table? Dr. Tancredi: What's he gonna do? Steal a cotton ball?

Bellick: How's it going in here? C.O. Geary: Ready for lift-off.