Prison Break Season 3 Episode 11

Whistler: (To Michael) I've helped you. Now you help me. Just get us out of here!

Michael: Let's rotate, keep everybody fresh.
T-Bag: (hands Michael a pick-axe) Welcome to the coalmine, canary.

Michael: Honor's a luxury men like us can't afford.

Susan B.: (to Whistler) I'm impressed. It seems our fisherman grew himself a set of oysters.

Mahone: The guys who are easiest to catch are the ones who spend more time pissing and moaning than running.

Michael: When you're on the run, you're always looking over your shoulder, listening for the sirens, wondering if that pretty girl across the street is staring at you because she wants you, or because you're wanted. You change your name, the way you look and leave everything you know behind. And the ones you love, they're the ones who have to pay.

Susan B.: (to Sucre) Anything happens, anything at all that I wasn't expecting, and there will be one less pregnant girl in Chicago.

Michael: Change of plans, Linc. We're doing this tonight.
Lincoln: What happened, Michael?
Michael: Rain. Dirt. Tunnel. Problem.

Whistler: Once we get out of here, it's every man for himself. Scofield is not responsible for any of us.

Michael: Mostly, I'm just tired. Tired of choices and consequences.

Susan B.: All your promises, your guarantees, they mean nothing. I'm pretty sick of waiting around for you boys to screw me over. I'm going to need those coordinates by the end of the day.

Mahone: We're not pulling this off tonight without all of us working around the clock. And none of us are ever making it out of here without his plan, so if you (Michael) tell me that you can figure out a way how to do this at night, then I, we, can figure out a way how to get that tunnel dug.

Lincon: You said breaking out at night was impossible.
Michael: Yeah, well...

Susan B.: (to Lincoln) You need to stop fighting me. If you understood what was going on, you'd know we were the good guys.

Lechero: You expect us to run in thirty seconds?
Michael: As soon as the lights go out, I'm gone, with or without you.

Michael: Is that Whistler's girlfriend? Why's she staying in the car?
Lincoln: Guess she thinks she'll see him tomorrow.
Michael: You've been spending a lot of time with her, huh? You sure that's wise?

Lincoln: I called you first thing. I'm being straight up with you.
Susan B.: Awww, that's refreshing.

Susan B.: I just wanted to get everyone together so we can discuss tonight's agenda, maybe nail down a few guidelines.

Susan: You know what I do for a living, Fernando?
Sucre: I got a pretty good idea.
Susan: I read people. And you, sir, are a coloring book.

McGrady: I've read in old newspapers that make it to Sona how Americans hold others to standards they ignore. How they think no one should have power but them. I tell everyone's it's a lie, but I see it's true. I know you're leaving. And I think that after everything I've done to help, I think it sucks you're not taking me with you!
Michael: I know it doesn't seem like it now, but I'm doing you a favor. I'm giving you a gift.
McGrady: Oh, wow, life in prison. Thank you, I've always wanted one of those.
Michael: It's better than a life on the run.
McGrady: I don't belong here. All I did was give a guy...
Michael: You're not going! I'm sorry. It's for the best.
McGrady: How do you know what's best for me?

Michael: There's something else.
Lincoln: What?
Michael: T-Bag's coming, and Mahone, and Bellick. Oh, yeah, there's a drug lord, too.
Lincoln: You know what? It's not about them, it's about Whistler, we got to do whatever...
Michael: We don't even know who Whistler is.
Lincoln: What about what he's worth? My son's life.
Michael: Just wish there's another way to do this. To save LJ without handing Whistler over.
Lincoln: Look, man, that's it. There isn't.
Michael: I know.

T-Bag: You know, I've been thinking. It doesn't have to be every man for himself. You and I can help each other.
Lechero: If I need a hand, I'll find someone with a spare.

Whistler: If they didn't want me out of here and your nephew was safe, would you still be doing this?
Michael: Breaking out? No.
Whistler: Why would you choose to stay if there was a chance at freedom?
Michael: Well, I guess that's the difference between us. I'm willing to pay for my sins.
Whistler: And I'm not?
Michael: That's a good question.

T-Bag: We both know how it feels to lose a great love, how it feels to kill a man and we both ended up in here because of Michael Scofield. Wouldn't it be poetic justice if we could just return the favor?
Mahone: Justice,huh? If there was an ounce of it left in this world... you'd be lying face down in the same unmarked grave as the rest of your inbred family.

T-Bag: You know, we can work on this railroad all the livelong day, but it don't matter if Scofield doesn't know what happens once we get off the train.

Michael: All right. We got 24 hours to dig out that tunnel.
Bellick: You mean the one it took you guys three days to dig the first time?
T-Bag: Let's just say, by some miracle, we are able to part the dirt sea, Moses. Then what?
Lechero: How you plan on getting around the guards' tower?
Mahone: Michael, Mr. Whistler here says that you got stopped last time by a cloud.
Michael: I'm still working on that.
Bellick: I'd like to know if this girl's gonna put out before I spend any more time buying her drinks!

Lincoln: What is it about Whistler that's so important?
Susan: I could tell you... But then I'd have to kill you.
Lincoln: You're gonna do that anyway.

Susan (to Whistler): I'm gonna make this clear for everyone involved. If time runs out and I don't have the second half of those coordinates, LJ and the senorita stop breathing.