Zitate und Sprüche von Lincoln "L.J." Burrows Jr.

Lincoln: "Your mom was paying her for French lessons."
L.J.: "Well, she earned the money."

We are captives of our own identities, living in prisons of our own creation.

You know what I want, to not have to be the older brother for my older brother.

I’m not asking you to love me. I already screwed up that chance a long time ago. I’m asking you to love yourself. You can still put the brakes on this thing.

Michael Scofield was like a storm. He was beautiful and frightening and mysterious.

Oh fate, you mysterious b*tch.

You know, we spend so much of our lives not saying the things we want to say, the things we should say. We speak in code and we send little messages. So now, plainly, simply, I want to say that I love you both very much.

Mahone: "The people I was working for, they kind of sold me down the river. Now, I just wanna go out to sea."
Scofield: "That's funny, I'll have to remember that one."

Believe me, I understand the impulse to pull the trigger. But if we lose ourselves, we lose everything.

C-Note: "What the hell is up with you and Thailand, huh?"
T-Bag: "Black-market surgery, anonymous transplant donors, 'hes' dressed like 'shes'. What's there not to like?"

Lincoln Burrows: "Man, it's quiet out here. Inside, there was always noise, you know. Someone yelling, guards making rounds. Kinda got used to it."
Michael Scofield: "You're right, we should go back."

Abruzzi: "You're just doing this out of the goodness of your heart, fish?"
Michael Scofield: "That's right, John. The heart. Remember what that is, don't you?"

Sucre: "I got three words for you."
Maricruz Delgado: "Yeah?"
Sucre: "We gotta run!"

Cop: "So this is your car... Mrs. Miller?"
Sucre: "Mrs. Miller's my wife, I'm Mr. Miller."

You wanna rile up the meat in concrete, turn up the heat.

Sucre: "What if your math is wrong?"
Scofield: "You'll drill into one of a dozen gas lines behind the wall. There'll be an explosion and we'll be burned alive."
Sucre: "But you're good at math, right?"

Michael: "Tell me that’s not what I know it is."
T-Bag: "Don't worry. Before I ate it I committed it to my photographic memory. I would have tattooed it to my body but I didn’t have the time."

And you're gonna find it how? What, you got a divining rod tattooed on your ass?

Arzt: "The acts we commit in this life determine where we go in the next. And he who commits evil can never hope for eternal happiness."
T-Bag: "Never been a goal of mine, doc. I'm more a here-and-now type."

Why don't you send us all someplace cooler, like Africa?

Abruzzi: "Okay, after Lincoln, we go alphabetically."
C-Note: "Whoa, hold on, A-bruzzi!"

You know what they say about weather in the Midwest. If you don't like it, wait an hour.

Are you telling me that there's a hole in Fox River that you don't want to get into?

Concrete is my specialty... can you dig it?

Abruzzi: "Nice! Trousers are a little bit too short, don't you think?"
Lincoln: "Chop your feet off, you're good at that."

I'd made my peace, then you give me the one thing a man in my situation shouldn't have. Hope.

Does not a warm hand feel better than a cold shank?

I'll be very clear here, because you and I face an evolutionary gap.

Keep your friends close, your enemies closer.

Sara: "First week in Fox River, you promised me if you got out, you'd take me to dinner."
Micheal: "Well, maybe after we wrap this up, we can stop off and get you a burrito on the way back to Pope's house."
Sara: "I don't know what you're used to, but anything short of a filet mignon is not gonna cut it with me."

Sara: "You seem nervous."
Scofield: "I do?"
Sara: "You're sweating."
Scofield: "Must be the needles. Never really got used to 'em."
Sara: "Somehow with diabetes and that tattoo I find that hard to believe."

All I see is a black hole. And sooner or later, they're going to suck each one of us into it. But when they come for me, I'll take as many of them with me as I can.

Michael: "You still think you're running the show, don't you?"
Kellerman: "You still think I'm not?"

Kellerman: "They haven't bitten in five minutes, you pull the semi, you tell them it's fixed. You release traffic."
William Kim: "And do what?"
Kellerman: "You want the rabbit to hop, move the carrot."

C.O. Geary: "Guy with a six ERA, signs for 4 million a year, sucks at his job, he still gets a raise."
Brad Bellick: "You suck at your job. You should ask the Pope for a raise."

My God, you cons are slower than a spelling bee full of stutterers.

One downside of our big brains is we're the only creatures who are aware that death is inevitable. Although, if you lined ten dogs in a row and shot them one by one, the dog on the end would probably get the gist by about dog four.