Dr. Sara Tancredi: Tattoo looks fresh. Hold that. I guess, being a diabetic, you don't mind needles.
Michael Scofield: I'm Michael, by the way.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Scofield. I've read your report.
Michael Scofield: And you are?
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Dr. Tancredi will do.
Michael Scofield: Tancredi like the governor? You're not related, are you? Wouldn't think you'd find the daughter of Frontier Justice Frank working in a prison. As a doctor, no less.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: I believe in being part of the solution, not the problem.
Michael Scofield: "Be the change you wanna see in the world"... What?
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Nothing. That was just my senior quote.
Michael Scofield: That was you? This whole time, I was thinking it was Gandhi.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: You're very funny.
Sucre: [Scofield watches as a prisoner is stabbed] Welcome to Prisneyland, Fish.
[Lincoln sees Michael in prison for the first time]
Lincoln Burrows: Michael... Why?
Michael Scofield: I'm getting you out of here.
Lincoln Burrows: That's impossible.
Michael Scofield: Not if you designed the place, it isn't.
Michael Scofield: Abruzzi, I need you to hire me at PI.
John Abruzzi: [calmly] Beat it.
Michael Scofield: [with a smug smile] Maybe you oughta hear what I got to say.
John Abruzzi: You got nothing I need
Michael Scofield: Wouldn't be too sure of that.
[places a origami crane in front of Abruzzi]
John Abruzzi: [cynically] My mistake, just what I need - a duck!
Michael Scofield: PI, Abruzzi. You might find that I can be of more assistance than you think.
[Abruzzi's goons get up menacingly]
Michael Scofield: [Scofield starts backing off, smiling] Mull it over, come find me when you're ready to talk.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Tattoo looks fresh... hold that. I guess being a diabetic you don't mind needles.
Michael Scofield: I'm Michael by the way.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Scofield, I read your report.
Michael Scofield: And you are?
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Doctor Tancredi, will do.
Michael Scofield: Tancredi, like the governor. You're not related, are you? Hmm... wouldn't think you'd find the daughter of Frontier Justice Frank working at a prison, as a doctor no less.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: I believe being part of the solution, not the problem.
Michael Scofield: Hmm... "Be The Change You Want To See In The World"
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Hmm?
Michael Scofield: What?
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Nothing, that was just my senior quote.
Michael Scofield: That was you, this whole time I was thinking it was Gandhi.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: [laughing] ... you're very funny.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Sit tight... put direct pressure on that, I'll be back in a sec.
[Sara leaves the room briefly]
Michael Scofield: So... so how do we play this, you hook me up with a few weeks supply.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Nice try, no hypos on the floor.
Michael Scofield: I'm the farthest thing from a junkie, trust me.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: I got news for you Michael, trust means absolutely zero inside these walls. The only ways your getting that insulin is if I'm administering it.
Michael Scofield: I guess, we'll be seeing a lot of each other then.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: I guess, so.
Veronica Donovan: I know what you're doing. It's not the luck of the draw that you're in here with Lincoln. You forget I know you, both of you. You two have the most dysfuntional idea of love I've ever seen. What, he beats you up to keep you off the streets, so you get yourself thrown into Fox River with him? To what... save him?
[Michael doesn't say anything]
Veronica Donovan: I deserve to know. I loved him as much as you did.
Michael Scofield: Past tense for you, maybe. Not me.
[Fires three rounds into the air, then points the gun at the teller]
Michael Scofield: The vault. Open it.
Teller: We can't. The branch manager's not here.
[Looks away and back at her]
Michael Scofield: Where is he?
[She has the side of her head glued to the counter]
Teller: It's lunchtime, he's at Whitecastle.
Michael Scofield: Whitecastle?
Teller: It's a fast food restaurant that serves those little square burgers.
Michael Scofield: I know what it is.
[Fires another two rounds into the air, then points the gun back at her]
Michael Scofield: I'm not playing games. Open it.
Teller: Sir, you have a half million cash in your bag, don't you think it would be better...?
Dr. Sara Tancredi: You went to Loyola?
Michael Scofield: You've been checking up on me.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: I like to get to know my patients. I went to North Western. Graduated a year after you did.
Michael Scofield: Maybe we met before. You know, drunk out at a bar somewhere.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: I would have remembered.
Michael Scofield: Is that a compliment?
Dr. Sara Tancredi: No.
Sucre: The man killed the vice-president's brother. In a month he's getting the chair, which means no one up this river's more dangerous than him, 'cause he's got nothing to lose now. What are they gonna do? Kill him twice?
Michael Scofield: There a way I can get to him?
Sucre: Oh no. The only time those boys get out is for chapel and PI.
Michael Scofield: PI? What's that?
Sucre: Prison Industry. The guys that get along get to work. You know, painting, scrapping, making mattresses, you name it. I wouldn't get excited, though, if i were you, fish. You ain't sniffing none of PI.
Michael Scofield: Why is that?
Sucre: [as a matter of fact] 'Cause John Abruzzi runs it.
Michael Scofield: [with a smug half-grin] John Abruzzi, John Abruzzi?
Sucre: John Abruzzi, John Abruzzi. Why do you wanna see Burrows so bad anyhow?
Michael Scofield: [as a matter of fact] Because he's my brother.
Wendy: Most guys, you know, for the first time, they start with something small - mom, girlfriend's initials, something like that. Not you. You got a full set of sleeves, all in a couple of months. Takes guys a few years to get the ink you've got.
Michael Scofield: I don't have a few years. Wish the hell I did.
Michael Scofield: I'm looking for someone... a guy named Lincoln Burrows.
Wholesale: [surprised] Linc, the sink?
Michael Scofield: That what they're calling him now?
Wholesale: Yeah, I hear he'll come after you with everything but the kitchen, snowflake!
Michael Scofield: Sucre tells me you're local pharmacy.
Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin: [C-note looks at Sucre who nods in assent] What you need,man?
Michael Scofield: Pugnac.
Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin: I only speak english, white boy!
Michael Scofield: Its an insulin blocker, standard over the counter variety. You can get it at any pharmacy.
Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin: You can get that at medical then.
Michael Scofield: I cant get it in medical.
Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin: Why not?
Michael Scofield: [starts smiling] Because they're already giving me insulin shots.
Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin: [starts laughing] You're *one mixed up cracker*, you know that?
Michael Scofield: [still smiling] Can you get it for me or not?
Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin: Only if you tell me why is it you wanna keep goin back up to medical to get insulin shots which you don't *need*?
Michael Scofield: [with a smug grin] I like the ambiance.
Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin: [humoring him] Uh-huh...
Michael Scofield: [holds money in his fingers] Are we in business?
[c-note takes the money, walks away]
Lincoln Burrows: [Lincoln sits beside Michael on a bench in the locker area] Did you mean what you said earlier?
Michael Scofield: I'm not here on vacation. Trust me.
Lincoln Burrows: Getting outside these walls is just the beginning. You're gonna need money.
Michael Scofield: [Looking over at Westmoreland] I'll have it.
Lincoln Burrows: And people on the outside. People that can help you disappear.
Michael Scofield: I've already got them.
[He looks over at Abruzzi]
Michael Scofield: They just don't know it yet.
Lincoln Burrows: [Looking confused] Look. Whatever you got going on, fill me in, 'cause I'm in the dark here.
Michael Scofield: [Smiling] Schapelle Associates got the contract to retrofit this place in ninety-nine, four million dollar contract, head partner couldn't crack it. So he subcontracted out. An under the table sorta deal with a former associate. That guy was one of the partners in my firm. Who basically goes through the whole plan, crossed the t's dotted the i's, grouted the tiles.
[He stands up]
Lincoln Burrows: [Realizing] You've seen the blueprints.
Michael Scofield: Better than that.
[He pulls off his shirt, exposing the tattoo underneath]
Michael Scofield: I've got them on me.
[Lincoln sits back, trying to understand]
Lincoln Burrows: Are you kidding me?
Lincoln Burrows: Am I supposed to be seeing something here?
Michael Scofield: Look closer.
[Lines appear on Michael's body, outlined to show certain blueprints of the prison. He turns around and again, the same thing happens with his back. The camera zooms in and shows the walls, and physical aspects depicted in the tattoo. This finally emerges out of the yard through the grate with the crane and the magazine in it]
Captain Brad Bellick: Name and back number.
Michael Scofield: Scofield, Michael. 94941.
Captain Brad Bellick: You a religious man, Scofield?
Michael Scofield: Never really thought about it.
Captain Brad Bellick: Good, 'cause the ten commandments don't mean a box of piss in here. We got two commandments and two only. The first commandment is you got nothing coming.
Michael Scofield: What's the second commandment?
Captain Brad Bellick: See commandment number one.
Michael Scofield: [Smiling slightly. He looks around] Gotcha.
Captain Brad Bellick: You talking out the side of your neck?
Michael Scofield: Come again?
Captain Brad Bellick: I said, are you being a smart ass?
Michael Scofield: I'm just trying to fly low, avoid the radar, Boss. Do my time, and get out.
Captain Brad Bellick: There isn't any flying under my radar.
Michael Scofield: Good to know.
[Bellick nods his head to one side, motioning Michael to leave. As he walks off, Bellick looks down at his forms. On his medical forms, Michael has listed 'Type 1 Diabetes'. It's circled]
Michael Scofield: Someone wants him dead, Veronica. Something more is going on here.
Veronica Donovan: This is desperation, Michael. You're grabbing at straws. You're in denial.
Michael Scofield: Maybe. But I can't watch him die. I won't do that.
Michael Scofield: You wanna help, find out who's trying to bury him.
Veronica Donovan: No-one's trying to bury him, Michael. The evidence was there.
Michael Scofield: The evidence was cooked.
Sucre: [after taking Michaels advice when writing a letter to his girlfriend] Passion! What were you thinking?
Michael Scofield: [laughing] Hey, you went for it.
Sucre: She probably thinks i went sissy up in here. "Passion"!
Lincoln Burrows: I didn't kill that man, Michael.
Michael Scofield: The evidence says you did.
Lincoln Burrows: I don't care what the evidence says, I didn't kill him.
Michael Scofield: Swear to me.
Lincoln Burrows: I swear to you, Michael.
Bishop McMorrow: What is it about Burrow's situation that I can help you with?
Agent Paul Kellerman: It's our understanding that you have great influence with the governor.
Bishop McMorrow: I wouldn't call it great or influence. We're friends.
Agent Paul Kellerman: It's also our understanding that you're opposed to the death penalty.
Bishop McMorrow: I'm a man of God, how could I not be?
Agent Paul Kellerman: In this case, we're hoping you'll suspend that position, at least temporarily.
Bishop McMorrow: If an inmate appeals to me for intervention, how can I turn my back on him?
Agent Paul Kellerman: You have a habit of answering a question with a question.
Bishop McMorrow: And you have a way of asking questions that beg more questions.
Fernando Sucre: What's another word for "love?"
Michael Scofield: What's the context?
Fernando Sucre: Oh, you know, the "I love you so much, I ain't knocking over a liquor store again" context. Except, you know... classy.
Warden Henry Pope: Top of your class at Loyola... magna cum laude in fact. I can't help wondering what someone with your credentials is doing in a place like this.
Michael Scofield: Took a wrong turn a few months back, I guess.
Warden Henry Pope: You make it sound like a traffic infraction... like all you did was turn the wrong way up on a one-way street.
Michael Scofield: Everyone turns up one, sooner or later.
Michael Scofield: [about warden's miniature of Taj Mahal] The Taj... it would be a shame for the eighth wonder of the modern world to collapse because the stress isn't properly propagated.
Warden Henry Pope: Son, it's better for me to owe you one in here than for you to owe me one, I can promise you that.
Michael Scofield: I'll take my chances.
John Abruzzi: Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.
Lincoln Burrows: You got a piece of the good life. Take advantage.