John Abruzzi: Trousers are too small, though...
Lincoln Burrows: Chop your feets off. You're good at that.
Fernando Sucre: Ah, I thought I thought this out. I thought... you saw all those guys back there?
Michael Scofield: The key is they're back there, and we're up here.
Fernando Sucre: Yeah? And how long is that going to last?
Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin: Yeah, especially since we don't have a pot to piss in thanks to Abruzzi's magically disappearing jet!
John Abruzzi: You were never going to be on that plane, brother.
Michael Scofield: Originally this was supposed to be a week's worth of clothes for me and Linc. But, uh, I figured you all need just as much help as we do, so...
John Abruzzi: You're just doing this out of the goodness of your heart, Fish?
Michael Scofield: [slapping clothes into Abruzzi's arms] That's right, John. The heart. You remember what that is, don't you?
Mr. Ives: Schweitzer was the plumbing company that made the toilet Scofield took off to get out of his cell. Allen bolt was the fitting.
[Mahone exhales, laughing shortly]
FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone: It's all here, isn't it? It's amazing.
Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin: Don't think I don't know where you were going either, Scofield.
Michael Scofield: Where am I going?
Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin: Oh, I don't know, Utah? When were you plannin' on tellin' us about the money?
Fernando Sucre: What money?
Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin: Five million dollars that Westmoreland planted in the desert in Utah.
Michael Scofield: You don't know what you're talking about.
Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin: You wish I didn't know.
Fernando Sucre: [Michael has just provided the escapees with civilian clothes] This jacket ain't exactly the best thing you know?
Michael Scofield: You want variety? Hit Target.
[at the press conference]
FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone: I'd like to, uh, talk about John Wilkes Booth for a moment, if I could, Abraham Lincoln's killer. Twelve days. That's how long it took to find him. In his journal during this period he wrote that the shadow was his friend, the night his domain. He acknowledged that whatever neurosis drove the criminal to commit the original crime is compounded. Magnified by flight. By the sounds of dogs at his heels. Fear becomes paranoia, paranoia ultimately psychosis. I bring this up because in one hundred and forty years, the fundamental mind of the escape man has not changed. The escape man is still human, he is still afraid, and he will stop at nothing in his attempt at flight. Fortunately for us, while our quarry has shadow and night as his ally, we have something far greater. Television. I would encourage everyone who is watching. Everyone in this country, to take a good look at these faces...
[the mug shots of the escapee's are pinned to a board beside him]
FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone: These men, right here, are now the eight most wanted men in America.
Veronica Donovan: What are you gonna do, Terrance? Shoot me? Blow my guts all over the house? Then what? You can't leave, remember? You kill me, you're stuck with me.
Terrence Steadman: I'm safe here.
Veronica Donovan: You're a prisoner here.
Terrence Steadman: But I'm still breathing. If I go outside, one step, I won't be. You look at me like I'm the devil. I gave up my family. My teeth.
[realisation dawns on Veronica's face]
Terrence Steadman: I eat Percocet all day just to dull the pain of my miserable existence. You have no idea what I've been through.
Veronica Donovan: What you've been through?
[pulls out the cell phone again]
Veronica Donovan: This isn't about you, Terrance.
Terrence Steadman: Don't.
[raises the gun again. Veronica raises her eyebrows and dials a number]
Receiver: Blackfoot Sheriff's Department. Hello? Blackfoot Sheriff Department.
Veronica Donovan: Hello, my name's Veronica Donovan; I need you to send a unit to the house at the end of Light Road as soon as possible.
Receiver: Sorry ma'am, are you calling to report a crime?
Veronica Donovan: Yeah.
[looks hard at Steadman]
Veronica Donovan: By the President of the United States. Send the car.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: I'm in a lot of trouble, I think.
Nurse Katie Welch: I, I need to apologise to you. They threatened my job if I didn't talk, and...
Dr. Sara Tancredi: No, no, no, no. No. One thing you learn when you're walking the steps, is that you never outsource a blame that belongs in your own backyard.
Nurse Katie Welch: Well, you're not the first correctional worker that fell for a con. Trust me.
FBI Agent Foley: You're being considered as an accessory to this, you know that, don't you?
Dr. Sara Tancredi: I know very little right now.
FBI Agent Foley: You opened the door to the infirmary that allowed Scofield to escape, didn't you?
Dr. Sara Tancredi: No.
FBI Agent Foley: Did you have a sexual relationship with Scofield?
Dr. Sara Tancredi: No.
FBI Agent Foley: But you had feelings for him.
[Sara doesn't reply]
FBI Agent Foley: Seven other men got out, you know.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: [looking up] Who?
FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone: Mr. Bellick!
Captain Brad Bellick: Don't talk to me.
FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone: Fine, but it's going to make collaboration kinda hard.
Captain Brad Bellick: Collaboration? I've got men out here in harms way and you're giving press conferences.
FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone: The press is a tool. They'll bring those men back quicker than bloodhounds will.
Captain Brad Bellick: We don't need you. We're hot on these guys' trail and it's just a matter of time til we nail them.
Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin: Why don't you cut out the riddles, Snowflake, and just give it to us straight.
FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone: The escaped man is still human. He is still afraid, and he will stop at nothing in his attempt at flight.
Benjamin Miles 'C-Note' Franklin: We need to go east, my family's back in Chicago!
John Abruzzi: Think the cops don't know about it? You think they're not just sitting there waiting for you to come running back home? What's the matter with you?
Fernando Sucre: What about New York?
John Abruzzi: What about it?
Fernando Sucre: My girl's pregnant, bro!
John Abruzzi: Understand your love is your weakness right now, and they know about it.
Michael Scofield: Doesn't mean it has to stop you. Just gotta be smart about it.
FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone: The escapees. Who are they?
FBI Agent Wheeler: Michael Scofield, Structural Engineer, 5 years for armed robbery. Benjamin Miles Franklin, Former U.S Army, 8 years for possession of stolen goods. John Abruzzi, Don of the crime family of the same name, Life without parole for conspiracy to commit murder. Charles "Haywire" Patoshik, 60 years for second degree murder. Fernando Sucre, 5 years for aggravated robbery. David "Tweener" Apolskis, 5 years for Grand Larceny. Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell, Life for 6 counts of Kidnapping, Rape and first degree Murder. Lincoln Burrows, Scheduled to die next week for the murder of President Reynolds' brother.
FBI Agent Wheeler: It's not like they left us a map where they're going.
FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone: Actually, that's exactly what they did.
Captain Bradley 'Brad' Bellick: We don't need you. We're hot on these guys' trail, and it's just a matter of time 'til we nail them.
FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone: The problem I find with being on a trail is that by definition you'll always be behind your prey.
Dr. Marvin Gudat: [about T-Bag's arm surgery] Nobody can undergo this procedure without anesthetics!
Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell: ...Well, I ain't nobody, pretty.