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!

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!

Michael Scofield: This is going wrong in every possible way.

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.

Dr. Marvin Gudat: I can promise you nothing.

Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell: Story of my life.