Dr. Sara Tancredi: Kept what?
Michael Scofield: The flower.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Well, I'm a packrat. I never throw anything out.
Michael Scofield: [looks around the spotless infirmary] Yeah, well this clutter. It's... overwhelming.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: You should see my apartment.
Michael Scofield: Woah. We haven't even had our first date yet and you're already inviting me in. I thought you were a nice girl.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Oh Michael, we all know nice girls finish last.
[motions for Michael to lift up his shirt]
Michael Scofield: So where do you finish?
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Depends on where I start. Deep breath. ......
T-Bag: [about the rising temperature in the cells] Not that hot?
[he points to an African American cellmate]
T-Bag: When this guy woke up this morning, he was white!
C-Note to T-Bag :"Your parents must be so proud of you, man, hitting the trailer-park trifecta - you're racist, a pedophile and stupid."
michael : "you still think you're running this show?"
kellerman : "you still think i'm not?"
T-Bag to Michael: "When you had the gun on me, I afforded you a certain respect, but here, well the scales are tipped back my way. So I am going to spell out the present options. Either we split this money, and you can go get your legs tattooed or whatever the hell is that you want, or they are going to find your corps slumped over by that chair with your pants down around your ankles, coz its been a long time coming pretty"
T-Bag: [to Westmoreland] You know what I can't understand is why somebody like you wants to get out of here anyways. How you gonna survive, huh? The world is all different now, scary. They got computer phones, boobies made out of silicone, you won't know what to do!
Sucre to Michael :What's another word for love?What's the context?
You know, the I love you so much I ain't never knocking over a liquor store again kind of context, except but you know, classy.
T-Bag to Michael: But damn! You look so pretty when you're scared.
Michael to C-Note: If you think I'm leaving here without my brother, you have MASSIVELY underestimated me.
C-Note to T-Bag :You mean there's a hole in Fox River that you DON'T want to get into?
Michael: Still interested in getting in the P.I?
Tweener: Does my mama got big breasties?
Michael: I wouldnt know
Tweener: Hell yeah she does, and hell yeah I do.
Mahone: See that's what’s good about confession. You know, because you say something, you get it off your chest and it just goes out there into the whole world and I'm so sorry about this kid because I really hope you understand.
Tweener: Yo, yo. What.. What..
Mahone: I got nothing against you kid... (Mahone steps back and takes out his loaded firearm, aiming it at Tweener).
Tweener: What are you doing man?
Mahone: ...but they do.
(and shots the gun)
Michael Scofield: When I was young, I couldn't sleep at night because I thought there was a monster in the closet. But my brother told me there wasn't anything in the closet but fear. And fear wasn't real. H said it wasn't made of anything, it was just- air... not even there. H said you just have to face it. You just have to open that door, and the monster would disappear.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Your brother sounds like a smart man.
Michael Scofield: He is... In here, though, you face your fear, you open that door... and there's 100 more doors behind it. And the monsters that are hiding behind them... are all real.
(after a while cutting 2 foot fingers of michael)
John Abruzzi: We could cut off all his limbs, he still wouldn't talk. Pain's not the answer here. Maybe the Beatles were right. Maybe all you need is love
Michael to Harwire:You wanna know what the tattoo means???
Haywire:yeah
Michael:Nothing!!
