Rips Are Welcome

[Red places his bet on Andy]Red: That tall drink of water with the silver spoon up his ass.

Michael Scofield: [to Sara] Some day soon, we’re gonna drop that little boat of yours in the water and disappear forever. I promise.

Donald Self: [to Michael] The next time you run from me, I’m not gonna be chasing
you down in a car. It’s gonna be with a
bullet in your back.

Theodore ‘T-Bag’ Bagwell: [to himself] Grab a bat, Cole Pfeiffer. Coach just put you in the game.

[the computer locks up]Alexander Mahone: I’m telling you, they’re shutting us down.[Michael gets a SMS text from Sucre saying "Run."]Michael Scofield: We gotta go. They’re coming after us.

[Police surrounds Sucre and Brad, and tells them to put their hands up]Brad Bellick: Oh, my god, this ain’t good. I got them up, I got them up! Put your hands up, Sucre, come on, man.[Sucre is typing SMS text]Brad Bellick: Who you calling? Hold on. Come on, put your hands up!Sucre: Okay, okay, don’t shoot, don’t shoot.Brad Bellick: Don’t shoot, man, we’re all right.

Theodore ‘T-Bag’ Bagwell: [selecting porn movies on the TV] “The knobbit”, “Add momma to the train”, “Amateur screen tests #9″. And we have a winner.

Michael Scofield: [answers the phone] Yes.Donald Self: [watching their location on GPS receiver] You’re in Anaheim, Michael? This is a strange time to be taking a trip to Disney.

Roland Glenn: [talking about Sara] You know, she should drop a few buttons on that shirt. The guard will give her the e-mails.

Roland Glenn: Not every geek with a commodore 64 can hack into NASA. I
mean, these servers have more firewalls than the devil’s bedroom.