Prison Break

T-Bag: You wouldn't happen to be meddling in my affairs, would you Scofield? You can't be that stupid, not when I'm so fully invested in your affairs.

Kellerman: Looks like the bird in the hand just became three.

T-Bag: Nothing like tail, eh Scofield?

T-Bag: I'm just a friend. Tweener: A fruity friend. I don't need none of that. T-Bag: Easy now. Tweener: No. You think you're getting up in this, you got another thing coming.

Becky the secretary: We're gonna get caught. C.O. Patterson: By who? Becky: By the Warden. C.O. Patterson: Baby, right now, in this room, at this moment, I am the warden. Then say it. Becky: No, I'm not gonna say it. C.O. Patterson: Come on Becky, say it. Say it, Becky. Becky: You're the Warden, Louis.

Bellick (to Sucre): Hey, what do you think this is, siesta? See that? See my face up there? Any idea how it got there? Work ethic. Those two words mean anything in your country? You're on P.I., so quit slow-working me.

T-Bag (seeing Tweener and the other young inmates arriving at the prison): Fresh meat.

Michael: I could have done something. Lincoln: No. T-Bag had his hooks in that kid, there was nothing you could have done. Michael: I could have told the Pope. He could have transferred the kid to ad-seg, he would have been safe. Lincoln: Go easy, Michael. You didn't even know him. Michael: And that makes it ok? I turned my back on him because I didn't want to make waves. It was just…easier to look the other way. Keep the plan safe. Lincoln: You did. Michael: But at what price? That's not how she raised us. A man's down, you give him your hand. She'd roll over in her grave if she knew what I'd become. Lincoln: She wouldn't! You've given me your hand, Michael. My son's out there with a bullseye on his back. Do whatever you gotta do to get us out of here. Please.

T-Bag: Not a good position you find yourself in, is it? Whites don't want ya, blacks don't want ya, you're just caught in the middle, aren't ya? A regular Tweener. We're different, you and me, lot of ways. But you know the funny thing is, we're also a lot alike. A couple of dogs with runny noses that nobody loves.

Sara: I, uh…uh, just wanted you to know that if you're lookin' for someone to talk to in here, you're not alone. It's part of my job to counsel inmates and help them with their problems. Michael: I think I have things pretty well figured out. Sara: I sort of backed into some information about you. I hope you don't mind. But you have to understand that there's a reason I became a doctor. It's in my nature to want to help. From what I understand, it's in your nature too.

Lincoln: You gotta help me. Pope: You're talking to the wrong man. This is a matter for the police. Lincoln: This is my son we're talking about. For god's sake, he's missing! Do something! Pope: You have got to understand - I am the warden of a prison. When it comes to the law, there is absolutely nothing I can do. Whatever happens out there is out of my jurisdiction. Until it comes through those gates. Lincoln: It just did.

Michael: You and I may be stuck together in this little dance, but I call the shots. First shot, that kid out there – you don't touch him, ever. Do we understand each other? T-Bag: We do.

Abruzzi: Bellick? Boss! Hey boss! What's happening? What they doin'? Bellick: Fixin' the break room. Abruzzi: What are you talkin' about? That's P.I.! I run it! Bellick: Not anymore you don't.

Sucre: Looks like I gotta find something else to call you now. Michael: Why's that? Sucre: 'Cause you ain't a fish no more.

Sara: What did you treat him for? Dr. Brighton: Well Michael suffered from a couple of things. One was a condition called low latent inhibition. Sara: Sorry, I'm not familiar with the term. Dr. Brighton: Well, people who suffer from low latent inhibition see every day things just like you or I do, like this lamp for instance. But where we just process the image of a lamp, they process everything. The stem, the bulb, the bolts, even the washers inside. Their brains are more open to incoming stimuli in the surrounding environment. Other people's brains – yours and mine – shut out the same information. We have to do it, in order to keep our sanity. If someone with a low IQ has low latent inhibition, it almost always results in metal illness. But, if someone has a high IQ, it almost always results in creative genius. Sara: You think Michael's a genius? Dr. Brighton: Well, I think that word's been derogated in the media these days, but in the classic sense of the word, yes I do. Sara: You said there was something else you treated him for? Dr. Brighton: He came to me with absolutely no sense of self-worth. The loss of both parents very often does that to a child. But, with the low latent inhibition, something interesting happened to Michael. He became very attune to all the suffering around him. He couldn't shut it out. He became a rescuer. One of those people who are more concerned with other people's welfare than their own. Sara: I didn't know all this about him. Dr. Brighton: Then maybe you don't know Michael Scofield. Sara: Yeah...

T-Bag: You'll have to forgive my boy... he has the propensity to be a bit gregarious when he shouldn't be.

Tweener: Yo, mind if I hang with ya cuzzo? C-note: Roll, Snowflake. Tweener: Hey man I'm jus.. I'm just new you know, lookin for some homeys. C-note: I said roll.

T-Bag (about Tweener): Boy's a bit confused about his pigmentation, but he sure does have spunk.

Michael (to T-Bag): If you want to sing, then sing.

Veronica (in text message to LJ): Dump the phone, they're tracking you. We're in New Glarus.

Michael: The man you're talking about died the moment I stepped inside these walls.

Mrs. Steadman: If we talked about who had motive to kill Terrence, we'd be here all day. Veronica: I'm sorry? Mrs. Steadman: Look around. Half the people in this place were shareholders in his company.

Kellerman: (cocks pistol) Did you hear that? Did you hear it? Know what that means? Why don't you ask your mom what that means? Oh, sorry, you might have trouble getting an answer out of her right about now.

Lincoln: Are you alright? LJ: No. Nowhere near it.

Sucre: You think he found the hole?

Bellick: I checked my balance on line, it is looking seriously deficient. Abruzzi: It's gotta be some kind of mistake, like an accounting error or something. Bellick: Yeah. Tell Falzone I don't stand for "accounting errors."