Michael Scofield: [to Sucre] Believe me, I understand the impulse to pull the trigger. But if we lose ourselves, we lose everything.
Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell: [to Michael Scofield] You're being penny wise and pound foolish.
FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone: [to Michael] When it comes right down to it, Lincoln is just like you. He has a heart that won't kill a man.
Michael Scofield: Get the gun off me.
Captain Brad Bellick: I asked you a question!
Michael Scofield: I said, get the gun off me or I walk.
[Bellick lowers the gun he was pointing at Michael]
Michael Scofield: All right. I'll get your five million.
Michael Scofield: You get Maricruz, and I get T-Bag.
Captain Brad Bellick: Win, win, win.
Michael Scofield: You gotta do exactly as I say.
Fernando Sucre: Thank you bro.
Captain Brad Bellick: All right Einstein, what're you thinking?
Michael Scofield: Looks like you've made some friends lately.
Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell: I don't follow.
Michael Scofield: That set-up back there is a little out of your league, looked almost professional.
Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell: Let's say that's the case. What's it worth to you to find out? Because I am in possession of some information that you might need.
Michael Scofield: Okay. Tell me what you know and maybe I'll let you walk. Without the money.
FBI Special Agent Alexander Mahone: You're not going to like how this ends, Lincoln. I'm giving you a chance, right now. Just back away, all right? Just back away.
Lincoln Burrows: You son of a bitch, you killed my dad. You're done.
Michael Scofield: [to Bellick] You start acting like a cowboy, this whole thing's going south, real fast. Remember that.
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.
Michael Scofield: I understand the impulse to pull the trigger... but when we lose ourselves, we lose everything.
Lincoln Burrows: [to Mahone] It's going to end bad for you, man. Couple of things in this world I'm good at; one of them's looking into a man's eyes and knowing when he's beat.