Prison Break, Season 3

Lechero :
Without rules we are nothing but savages [...] This fight is engaged with only one rule. No weapons. Only man versus man.

[Michael's foe is paralyzed by Mahone after his attempt to stab Michael with a knife]

Mahone:
[to Lechero] No weapons. Rules are rules, remember? If we don't have them, we're all savages.

Night-clerk :
Sona is a one way street, what goes in, never comes back out, unless it's dead.

Mahone:
What are you doing?

Michael:
What do you want, Alex?

Mahone :
You're so clever. Planting the drugs on the boat, that's a big irony. A law man in jail.

Michael :
You're exactly where you belong.

Mahone :
No, that's where you're wrong, and that's where you're gonna help me. I will have a court date one of these days and you will be there on the stand and you will tell the truth, that you planned this, and you set this up. And I'm gonna go home.

Michael :
That's funny. I could've sworn you set this up.

Mahone :
I set this up? I'm in here.

Michael :
What does The Company want with me? Why Panama?

Mahone :
What, you think I know what they wanted? They had me. I did what they asked me to do...arrest you in Panama, hand you over, that's it, that's... It's old news, huh? This is the first day of the rest of our lives. How 'bout we work together, help each other out?

Michael :
Except every time I look at you, all I can see is the man who killed my father. You're on your own.

Michael Scofield :
You're mad because someone took a book from you? This is what they took from me. So let's be clear. This is what matters to me. Not you and not your book.

Susan B. Anthony :
I'm just a soldier in this war, Lincoln, just like you. I did not want to do that. Can you even comprehend the intimacy of the mechanics of what I had to do to that woman? It's horrible. Now, if you and your brother are done playing games, LJ will be fine. If not, the last thing I want to do is start mailing pieces of him to you. But if you push me, and not even that far, I will.

Mahone:
So what's your deal? Public intoxication, tourist in trouble, local, what is it?

New prisoner:
I don't like people asking too many questions about me when I've done nothing wrong, eh?

Mahone:
Oh, you're an innocent man?

Whistler:
Oh, come on, you don't wanna go in there..

Michael:
If we want to get out of here, I do!

Sofia:
What did you buy?

Lincoln:
...Supplies...

Sofia:
Who am I going to tell, honestly?

Lincoln:
You could be a Russian spy for all I know!

Michael:
Show me the pictures Linc.

Lincoln:
I can't show you the pictures, man.

Michael:
Why not Linc?

Lincoln:
She's dead Michael. I lied to you, I'm sorry.

Lincoln:
Micheal we got to do this.

Susan B. Anthony :
I know you wanted to live by an ocean your whole life. Sad to think the closest you'll get is being buried under one.

L.J.:
You're not gonna kill me. You need me. You already killed Sara. Anything happens to me...you're out of bargaining chips.

Susan B. Anthony :
If Michael doesn't get Whistler out today, I don't need to bargain anymore. You'll all be dead.

Michael :
Was it you? Did you kill Sara?

Susan B. Anthony :
I have no idea who you are talking about.

Michael :
I'm coming for you.

L.J.:
(with tape on mouth) Dad!

Lincoln:
LJ! Thank God you're alive. (looking around)

L.J.:
Forget about it, there's nothing you can do.

Lincoln:
There's always something.

L.J.:
Dad. These guys are thorough. They follow you everywhere. Trust me. (referring to Susan) That bitch is crazy. She cut Sara's head off. I was there. I closed my eyes, but I heard it.

Lincoln:
You listen to me. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you, alright? The next time you see me, don't take your eyes off me, and I'll tell you what to do, alright?

Susan:
Minute's up.

Lincoln:
Me and your uncle, we know what we're doing. We're gonna get you outta this. I love you.

L.J.:
I love you too.

Gretchen :
You know what I just found out? That Sucre means sugar.

Sucre :
[raises eyebrows] Yeah.

Gretchen :
So every time I say your name, I'm calling you sugar.

Sucre :
Basically yeah.

Gretchen :
[smiles] I like that.

Whistler :
You know, uh, I am a fisherman. [Mahone and Michael stare at him] I am. I'm just maybe a little bit more connected then I let on.

Michael :
[Holds up board] I think this is going to work.

Mahone :
Yeah.

Whistler :
You know, I run charters and I... Just like I said. I have for years. And one day, that brunette Gretchen, well she asked me if I wanted to be exclusive to her corporation, right? And, uh, well with the money she was offering, I had a pretty good idea she wasn't just trolling for salmon.

Michael :
So you two have history.

Whistler :
Yeah, and she's been an absolute nightmare in my life. Ever since that first job.

Michael :
Alex, I need a wedge.

Mahone :
Wedge...Wedge...

Whistler :
Look, I took him where they wanted me to take him. [flips through book] I have to figure out these cordinates and I have to take them back there.

Mahone :
Quit embarassing yourself.

Whistler :
[looks at him] What?

Mahone :
We're not two chicks at a bar that you're trying to pick up. [to Michael] Unless you need to hear this?

Michael :
No.

Gretchen :
You know the other day when you and Lincoln had your little spat in the lobby, and you all distraught and jilted, went across the street to the bar. A cynic might think that was staged. [turns to sucre] I'm a cynic, sugar.

Sucre :
And you're high, sugar.

Gretchen :
If it's any comfort, you guys almost pulled it off. The Puerto Rican and the gorilla... You reallly had me scrambling there for a minute.

Sucre :
Hey, if you don't want my help, fine, I'm out! Okay! [Opens car door]

Gretchen :
It's a little thing called a tracing number. On the check I gave you. Apparently, your extensive expertise in banking failed you that day. You promply wired all 25 K to Maricruz Delgado in Chicago at 123 'Please Don't Hurt Me' Lane.

Surce :
If something happens to her-!

Gretchen :
[Screams] If what?! [Pause] What, jackass?! [Stares at each other] You're going to go back there and you're going to get me some real information or Maricruz and her head are gonna part ways. [Turns away] Get outta my car.

Michael :
There's something else.

Lincoln :
What?

Michael :
T-Bag's coming, and Mahone. Bellick. Oh, yeah, there's a drug lord, too.

Michael:
Change of plans, Linc; we're doing this tonight.

Lincoln:
Tonight?! What happened Michael?

Michael:
Rain. Dirt. Tunnel. Problem.

Lincoln:
It's going down tonight.

Gretchen:
Tonight? Should I be worried?

Lincoln:
I called you first thing. I'm being straight up with you.

Gretchen:
Aww, that's refreshing!

Lincoln:
So, I'll see you tonight

Gretchen:
You show me yours, and I'll show you mine!

Gretchen:
[to Whistler] It seems our fisherman finally grew some oysters!

Bellick :
I was thinking, we should be a team. You know, not just during the escape but after, like, like Butch and Sundance.

Mahone :
Butch and Sundance died.

Bellick :
Well, I mean in the other parts.

Bellick :
Just, does anybody know what's spanish for "don't shoot"?.

Lechero :
No dispare.

Bellick :
No 'dis' what?

Michael":
30 seconds....Go!

Gretchen:
[On the phone with Lincoln] I gotta commend you on that boombox trick. Very sophisticated. You steal that one from "Home Alone"?

Lincoln:
You fell for it, Bitch!

Michael:
You'll get a call in five minutes telling you where to meet next. And when the exchange is over, and LJ is safe, you and I are gonna spend some quality time.

Gretchen:
When the exchange is over, you better run for your life.

Gretchen:
What's so funny?

LJ:
You, thinking you can outsmart my uncle.

Michael:
[Talking to Lincoln and with the file of Jason Lief in his hand] If he is important to Whistler he is important to me.

Lincoln:
HO HO HO sto....

Michael:
They killed Sara Linc!