Prison Break - Episode 209

Mahone (answering cell phone): Pam, I really can’t talk right now.
Michael: Maybe I should call back.
Mahone: Who is this?
Michael: I think you already know.
Mahone: If you’ve done anything to Pam or my boy…
Michael: We both know your family’s fine. Although Pam did seem a little upset about you leaving. But then, you had to, didn’t you? Because you couldn’t let her find out.
Mahone: Find out about what?
Michael: Oscar Shales. You remember? The one that got away. Except he didn’t get too far, did he?
Mahone: Ahhh, you’re slippin’, Scofield.
Michael: Maybe. But let’s hypothesize for a moment. Let’s pretend I was the one who caught Shales. I don’t think I could have just handed that psychopath over to the courts. Not after he’d eluded me for so long. Made me look bad.
Mahone: You’ve been out in the sun way too long, boy.
Michael: You feds make a nice living. But not so nice you go around tearing up expensive sod. Not unless you had to do a little digging. Unless you wanted to hide something. Or someone. That’s what all the lye was for, wasn’t it? See because there are two kinds of lye. In small amounts the first kind can be a gardener’s best friend. In large bags the other kind decomposes bodies.
Mahone: Ah, you should write mystery novels.
Michael: I don’t know about you, but if I’d buried someone in my own backyard, I’d think about it all the time. I’d think…I’d think maybe I should move that body. But then I’d remember that DNA leaches into soil. So even when the body was gone the proof of what I’d done would still be there. I can imagine how it feels. The pressure, the constant fear. It’s more than a man can bear. I’m giving you a chance. Back off. Let me and my family disappear. And in return, I’ll keep your little secret. How does that sound?
Mahone: Like a dead man talking.
Michael: I know it’s not how you wanted this to play out. But sometimes things happen that are just…out of your control. This is one of those times. Take care of yourself.
Mahone: I’ll see you soon, Michael. Oh, and Michael – it just may be sooner than you think.

L.J.: Hey, I’m not an idiot! I was on the run too, you know.
Lincoln: Yeah, you were on the run. And you got caught.
L.J.: Yeah, well I’m sorry I’m not a pro at being a con like you, dad! Maybe I should have just left when you gave me the out, huh? It’s not like you care. (L.J. makes to get out of the car; Lincoln pulls him back.)
Lincoln: Whoa. Take it easy. I’m sorry. Alright? I’m sorry man, I’m just…(sighs) lets get out of here.

Lincoln: I’m a target, kid. As long as you’re with me, so are you. Things’ll get a whole lot worse before they get better. Understand?
L.J.: But after we meet up with uncle Mike and get to Panama…
Lincoln: Panama ain’t a sure thing. Your uncle’s plan is dangerous, I mean really dangerous.

Lincoln: I uh, I saw you checkin’ out those girls back at the diner.
L.J.: What?
Lincoln: Come on. ‘Fess up.
L.J. : Nah, I was just makin’ sure that they weren’t staring at us.
Lincoln: With what, their asses?

Bellick: So this is where Theodore practiced ‘pervert knows best’. (Geary laughs). This is where he had his family supper. And that, I believe, is where you and Miss Hollander expressed your love. Tell me little Teddy, did you make her wear Doctor Dentons and hold a lunch box? Help you get all worked up.
T-Bag: Bradley I couldn’t expect a grown man who still lives with his mamma to understand the machinations of love.