Prison Break sees Michael Scofield purposely get himself incarcerated and sent to the same jail where his brother Lincoln Burrows sits on Death Row. Lincoln insists he is innocent and Michael believes him. Michael's plan: break out his brother. Armed with elaborate blueprints of the jail and a diabolical escape plan, Michael slowly uncovers a vast conspiracy that goes higher up than anyone could have imagined. Join Michael as he attempts to free his brother and escape with both of their lives on Prison Break.
Michael Scofield: You kept it.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Kept what?
Michael Scofield: The flower.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Well, I'm a packrat. I never throw anything out.
Michael Scofield: [looks around the spotless infirmary] Yeah, well this clutter. It's... overwhelming.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: You should see my apartment.
Michael Scofield: Woah. We haven't even had our first date yet and you're already inviting me in. I thought you were a nice girl.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Oh Michael, we all know nice girls finish last.
[motions for Michael to lift up his shirt]
Michael Scofield: So where do you finish?
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Depends on where I start. Deep breath.
[uses stethoscope to listen to Michael's heart beat, and looks up at him. Michael gives her the blue steel and forgets to continue breathing deeply]
Angela West: [suddenly walking in] Sara, we're backing up out here.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Right, sorry.
[to Michael]
Dr. Sara Tancredi: I'll go get your shot.
Michael Scofield: I thought your cousin was trying to move in on your girl.
Fernando Sucre: That's my other cousin but thanks for briniging that up, jackass!
Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell: [about the rising temperature in the cells] Not that hot?
[he points to an African American cellmate]
Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell: When this guy woke up, he was white!
Dr. Marvin Gudat: I can promise you nothing.
Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell: Story of my life.
Donald Self: You !$#!#. You are a !$#!#, and your mother was a !$#!#, and her mother, and your father used to turn tricks at a gas station, cause he was a !$#!# too.
[LJ laughs while Gretchen tries to figure out Michael's plan]
Gretchen: What's so funny?
LJ: You, thinking you can outsmart my uncle.
Michael: Change of plans, Linc; we're doing this tonight.
Lincoln: Tonight?! What happened Michael?
Michael: Rain. Dirt. Tunnel. Problem
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, !$#!#!
Sucre: What’s another word for love?
Michael: What’s the context?
Sucre: Oh, you know... yeah, "I love you so much, I aint never knockin’ over a liquor store again" context.
Sucre: [about the word Michael suggested to be used in a letter Sucre was writing to his girlfriend] 'Passion', what were you thinking?
Michael: Hey, you went for it.
Sucre: She probably thinks I went sissy up in here.
Sucre: I’m proposing to my girl, if you gotta know.
Michael: In a letter?
Sucre: You got a better way?
Michael: Face to face works pretty good.