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Michael: Could use more PVC here, boss.
Lincoln: Boss?
C.O.: Sure thing, Burrows. But, hey, I don't want to check your trunk for splinters. I want every piece accounted for.
Lincoln: Sure.
Abruzzi: I got a ripped fertilizer bag inside! Hey, you! You! Get in there and clean it up before this whole place starts smelling like San Juan. Hey, he's on his way. You mind telling me what this is all about?
Michael: These are the guys we're breaking out with.
Abruzzi: I don't think so, Fish. That was not our aGREement. I'm not going to work with this...crazy rhino.
Lincoln: Keep pushing it, John.
Abruzzi: Yeah, I keep pushing it, you know. Huh? What's your deal, man?
Lincoln: Touch my brother again, and I'll show you.
Abruzzi: Brother? Your brother?
Michael: We've only got a few minutes. We're gonna spend them spitting on each other, or are we gonna talk some business? The reason we're all here today is we have a decision to make-
Abruzzi: Yeah?
Michael: English, Fitz or Percy? If we're going to pull this off, we need to take one of them out.
Abruzzi: And you want us to tell you which one?
Michael: I just want you to help me get to them. I'll take it from there.
Sucre: You're crazy, you know that?
Michael: All I need is five minutes.
Abruzzi: Oh, you won't even get five seconds.
Sucre: Thought you had everything worked out, Fish.
Michael: We're not breaking out of a Jamba Juice, gentlemen. It's gonna take a little more than digging a few holes. There are eyes, ears, dots that couldn't be connected from the outside.
Lincoln: And English, Fitz and Percy...
Michael: One of those dots.
Abruzzi: How exactly are you supposed to pull this off?
Michael: With a little help from my friends.
C.O.: Sucre, hold up. Scofield, you got company.
Pope: Why do I get the feeling that there's more to you than meets the eye, Scofield? Anything you want to tell me? Some other reason you're in here, besides holding up a bank? You're being transferred.
Michael: What?
Pope: We're moving you over to Statesville.
Michael: You can't do that.
Pope: Yes, I can. I'm the boss here. This is my house.
Michael: Three weeks.
Pope: What for?
Michael: Lincoln Burrows-- he's being executed in three weeks.
Pope: Well, I'm aware of that. What's that to you?
Michael: He's my brother. When I knew I was being sent to prison, my attorney petitioned the D.O.C.
Pope: So you could be near him.
Michael: That's right. Don't take that away from me. Not until it's over.
Pope: I'm not the one behind the transfer. You're up against much bigger fish than me. I'll arrange for you to say good-bye. You ship out tomorrow.
