Prison Break Quotes Michael Scofield Novels & Stories

the moment I walked in. "He learned that from my neighbor's true crime podcasts," Lena said. "It's his favorite phrase. That and 'objection.' He yells it at the mailman." Michael was already on the couch with a bowl of chips, and Derek was arranging scones on a plate. The movie was some action film none of us had seen, and we talked through half of it, throwing popcorn at the screen and arguing about plot holes. Mango squawked "Not guilty!" at every explosion.

Half assing police reports and ceasing to give a damn about anything or anyone aside from the instant gratification that came with losing himself in a cold bottle of whiskey after a long night. “...I know that’s not you, Chadwick. It fucked me up bad when I found out you’d been fired, but I can’t say I was surprised. You’d been heading down that dark road for a while, and trying to talk to you about it was like hoping I could find the ability to reverse time. Which I guess is true, but you and I both know we can’t change the past...” Michael’s tone broke a little, but with a gruff shake of his salt-and-pepper haired head, he managed to continue reading.

I turned to Michael who had been standing there, looking at me like I was mad for even being angry. "Why are you doing this, Michael?" I demanded. I did not give myself the time to think, I was so consumed with my own emotions for logic. "You're a prisoner, Sonia," he stated coldly, his voice devoid of any emotion we once shared as childhood friends. "A prisoner? But why?" I stammered, my voice was already cracking under the strain of confusion and hurt. "We grew up together! Does that not mean anything to you now?" "No it doesn't, you're my prisoner."

"Jess, are you still going to deny it at this point? These messages were all sent by you. I even tried to talk you out of it back then, but you wouldn't listen. Now that someone has died, I can't cover for you anymore." I trembled with rage. Just as the officer was about to speak and announce my detention, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind.

"That's why, I made this plan instead- letting you escape the prison and meet Claire. So, you would confess your crimes." "The game is over, Julian," Michael whispered, loud enough for only us to hear. "And this time, there are no memories for you to erase." As the police led a broken Julian away, Michael turned to me, his touch softening instantly. The tension in the air shifted from terror to a heavy, expectant silence. He reached into his pocket, and my breath caught in my throat.

"Michael, don't you love me anymore? You don't love me anymore, right? That's why you didn't come and save me, it was also the reason why you're sleeping peacefully here. Look at me, my arms and legs had been chopped off, do you know how much it hurts? Michael, do you know that I'm hurt?" No! "Michael shouted and sat up at once, his back was drenched with cold sweat."

“Anything.” “Promise me you’ll remember what I just said. Promise me you won’t let him trick you into thinking this is anything more than a deal. He’ll try to convince you. He’ll smile, he’ll offer you the world. But it’s a cage, Michael. No matter how pretty, it’s still a cage.” Michael’s lips quirked into a sad smile. “I know. And I promise. I’m not doing this for me. I’m doing it for Henry. That’s the only thing that matters.”

Why are they so determined to make me turn on Alessandro? Michael leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. “If you think your father’s been through hell these past months, you have no idea what’s coming. The charges against him will bury him alive. And you?” He chuckles cruelly. “You’re a foreigner. Prisons here aren’t kind to people like you.” I want to scream, to fight back, but nothing comes. I feel trapped, powerless. Tears spill freely as I realize Michael covered that microphone for a reason.

Michael cleared his throat, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “Hurry up. I need to shower too,” Michael muttered, glancing at his phone, though he had no missed calls. He sighed, feeling an unexpected pang of homesickness as he thought about how his family used to call him constantly. They were his family, after all—he couldn’t deny that. He wondered if he should speak to Alexander about getting them released from police custody as they had been there for quite some time now. Michael’s thoughts were abruptly interrupted, and he let out a gasp as a hand suddenly pulled him, causing his phone to fall to the floor.

I insist once more but I might as well be talking to a wall. "I can't believe you, Addison,” Michael scoffs. I know that if I could see his face it would be red and sweating, his calm reserve shattered.“Have you no shame?! Even now, even after we gave you a way out, you still insist you've done nothing wrong?!"