Prison Break2005

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
[Holds knife out pointed to Michael] What exactly is it that you want, Pretty?

Michael Scofield:
I'm turning you in.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
Is that it? Really? It ain't about the money? Cos if it is, you can tell me. There's nobody here but us cons.

Michael Scofield:
You can walk, or get dragged... but it's up to you.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
No, see, when you had the gun on me, I afforded you a certain respect, but uh here? Well the scales are tipped back my way. So I'm going to spell out the present options. Either we split this money and you can uh go get your legs tattooed or whatever the hell it is you want... or they're going to find your corpse slumped over that there chair with your pants down around your ankles cos it's been a *long* time coming, Pretty.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell:
[Michael walks over to a glass bottle and smashes it on a sink] Well I got my answer.