影片对白
T-bag: Been doing a little, uh, thinking. I'm gonna need a PI card, aren't I? I mean that's where this whole thing is happening, isn't it?
Abruzzi: It's on its way.
T-bag: You're slow-walking me, aren't you?
Abruzzi: Why would I do such a thing?
T-bag: You think Bellick's gonna pop me for shanking that C.O. Bob. Maybe you'll take a little walk and tell him for yourself, right? Then, I'll be out of your hair for good. Well, I got news for you. If I go down for killing Bob, believe me, I'm gonna take a little walk of my own. Tell them about that hole you got behind your toilet. So... how about that PI card?
L.J.: I don't know if you remember, but that summer before fifth grade, when I stayed with you a couple weeks, and you thought I broke your glass coffee table...
Lincoln: Uh-huh.
L.J.: And when you came home, I denied it. But you told me you could care less about the coffee table. You just didn't want me lying to you. And you said I'd feel a lot better if I just told you the truth. And you promised not to be angry.
Lincoln: I remember.
L.J.: Well, I broke it.
Lincoln: I know.
L.J.: You know, if there's anything that you want to get off your chest, you can tell me. And I promise I won't get angry.
C.O.: What the hell are you doing here?
Abruzzi: Clean up detail.
Michael: We thought this was storage.
C.O.: This look like storage to you, you idiot? It's a restricted area! It's the C.O.'s break room. Now back it up! Back it up, now!
Abruzzi: Sorry. Won't happen again.
Sucre: Frickin' break room. Are you kidding me?
Michael: They must have changed it since the retrofit.
Sucre: The bulls are camped out in there. They'll never leave.
Abruzzi: You got a backup plan?
Michael: There isn't one. It's the only room sitting on top of that pipe. It's the only way out, and we've gotta get back in there.
Michael: That's impossible, Fish.
Lincoln: Maybe not. Check it out.
Sucre: I don't get it. How come they let him to the guard's room?
Lincoln: He's a trustee, ones with a high security clearance.
Sucre: Why him?
Lincoln: He can be trusted.
Michael: How does one become a trustee?
Lincoln: Just have a spotless record for the last 30 years.
Sucre: Pretty much count's all of us out.
Michael: Which means we've gotta get him on board.
Lincoln: Forget it. The guy's a Boy Scout.
Michael: Mr. Westmoreland?
Westmoreland: Hey, Michael.
Michael: Have you found your cat yet?
Westmoreland: Still M.I.A.
Michael: You can always get another.
Westmoreland: I don't want another. Besides, it's a moot point. She was grandfathered. Once she's gone, no more pets.
Michael: Wouldn't be an issue if you were on the outside.
Westmoreland: Still tugging on that leash, eh?
Michael: Yup. And this is the part where I extend a formal invitation.
