Lincoln: I saw you checking out those girls at the diner.
LJ: What? No, I was...making sure they weren't staring at us.
Lincoln: What, with their asses?

It's tough to go down swinging when you're locked in a box.

Burrows: Strange feeling. Don’t know how to explain it. You know, um, usually my whole life it’s always been crazy and noisy. Maddening, you know, in my head. But now it’s quiet. It’s... more

Lincoln: You don’t go looking for trouble in here. It just finds you.

Michael: And when it does, we’ll be long gone.

Reality is kicking faith's ass.

Michael: They didn’t even let her testify.
Lincoln: Who?
Michael: Leticia Berris, and that cop changed his story a dozen times.
Lincoln: What part of move on don't you get?
Michael: After... more

Lincoln (finding out what Abruzzi did to Michael): I’m gonna kill that scum!

Michael: You won’t. You kill him, you kill our express ticket out of here.

I came in here a man, give me the strength to walk out of here a man.

Michael: I'm getting you out of here.
Lincoln: That's impossible.
Michael: Not if you designed the place, it isn't.

Lincoln: How does it feel to be on the run?
Mahone: I'll survive.
Lincoln: Not if they catch ya. They'll send you to the chair.
Mahone: You think that's ironic?
Lincoln: That'd be justice.