Michael Scofield: LJ, is he - ?
Lincoln Burrows: Alive. They've given us four more days.
Michael Scofield: Okay. Good.
Lincoln Burrows: [Calls after him] Listen, back at the exchange point, I saw three body bags. You, me and LJ, we weren't getting out of there alive. It's the last time I get caught flat footed.
Michael Scofield: Do what you gotta do Linc. As long as I take care of my end, right?
Lincoln Burrows: Michael, I know you're angry with me about Sara but...
Michael Scofield: You lied.
Lincoln Burrows: I *had* to lie.
Michael Scofield: Your son is my nephew, and there is nothing I wouldn't do for him. But apparently you thought... apparently you think I only care about myself...
Lincoln Burrows: I know you don't care about yourself, but - you cared about Sara. You loved her. And I'm sorry. But LJ is my son, I - I couldn't let anything happen to him, you know that!
Michael Scofield: You used me, Linc. So I guess you and the company have something in common.