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Cherry : Help
me. Please.
T-bag : You'll have to forgive my boy. He has the, uh,
propensity to be a bit gregarious when he shouldn't be.
Fraternizing in the prison shower. Come on.
Michael : Maybe you ought to
cut the kid a break.
T-bag : You wouldn't be meddling in my affairs now,
would you, Scofield? You can't be that stupid. Not when
I'm so fully invested in your affairs.
Michael : What's between you and him... is between you
and him.
T-bag : That's what I thought you said.
Cherry : You've got to help me.
Sucre : Looks like I got to find something else to
call you now.
Michael : Why is that?
Sucre : Cause you ain't a fish no more. You ain't the
newest con in the tank. No...
Michael : I could've done something.
Lincoln : No. T-Bag had his hooks in that kid.
There was nothing you could've done.
Michael : I could've told the pope. He could've
transferred the kid to AdSeg. He would've been safe.
Lincoln : Go easy, Michael. You didn't even know him.
Michael : That makes it okay? I
turned my back on him
because I didn't want to
make waves. It was just... easier... to
look the other way... keep the plan safe.
Lincoln : And you did.
Michael : But at what price?
Abruzzi : I give you permission to call to Philly?
Hey, I asked you a question, man.
Gus : Listen, there, uh... there's been a
restructuring. This comes from Philly himself. You
couldn't deliver Fibonacci... so I'm The Man in here
now.
Abruzzi : Hey, jelly wad... run to the commissary, get
me a bag of chips, we'll pretend this never happened,
right?
Gus : Yeah, I'm telling you, John. The sooner you face
these facts, the better off we will all be.
Abruzzi : I could kill you in a heartbeat.
Gus : Somehow I doubt that. The sooner you face facts,
the better off we will all be. You're
yesterday's news, John.
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