Prison Break Quotes Michael Scofield Novels & Stories

“Please, what? What? Please make this shit better? That’s what I’m trying to do. Don’t any of you want to get out of here? We got legs so we should use them. We take something hard and we bash out that fucking window and take our chances.” Michael leaped forward—he couldn’t hold himself back. “Just stop it for God’s sake! Just stop, all of you!” Face flushed red. “He speaks!” Jack laughed. “Well fuck me Freddy, I better drop everything and—” He lost the momentum of his words. “Oh, just fuck off, kid.” Michael realized it felt good to speak, to have his opinion heard. A minor victory. His elation faded when Jack turned his back to him. Michael stood alone in the aisle, an exposed figure on a

Michael's legs went weak, yet he still remembered to straighten his clothes and posture, forcing a smile as he was about to step forward. Then a calm voice came from behind: "If Deputy Mayor Jones had not come, I would have had to call and ask them to send a different secretary-general to LA. After all, in LA, a mere police station chief was already capable of teaching me what rules meant." As soon as those words fell— Not only did Michael start shaking so badly he could barely stand. He stared at the three people he had looked down on just moments ago, his face drained of all color. In the next instant, he collapsed into the interrogation chair. "You... you all..."

Watching Michael, a man who always bragged about how much he revered Martha, desperately protecting her killer, I couldn't help but clap slowly. "What a powerful statement! 'Just because they're dead doesn't mean they were in the right.' You're truly admirable, Mr. Sawyer."

Michael said. "Yes, you have no idea, how much I have missed you," Michael said. "The feeling is mutual boss, all those time in the cell, made me realise that all they need is to suffer for all that they had done to us and am glad that we can make that happen," Michael said. "Well, I thought prison life was to make sure that we get sobered up and realise the error of our ways which would make us improve and avoid any conflicts whatsoever," Frederick cut in again which made Michael and Lincoln very mad again.

Michael asked one of the gaurds. "Come with me. I will show you the way." He replied after giving Michael a once over. "I’m Michael and you are?" Michael said as he tried to create small talk with the man. "None of your business. Do you want the toilet or not" The man snapped as he groaned in frustration. "Toilet please!" Michael said, internally rolling his eyes. ‘He is too serious and I can not get anything out of him.’ He thought to himself. ‘Let me just get a hold of a phone…’

Micheal cries the more begging for his life " I'm so sorry Boss, I didn't know what came over me , pls forgive me " Boss chuckles " you seem to have forgotten our code , forgiveness is not in our blood , I'm sure I taught you that " " Boss pls have mercy on me " Micheal pleads . . Boss signals Roger to end him " make it fast and clean , I don't want blood here " Roger nods bringing out a pistol from his pocket pointing it go Micheal's forehead. Michael closes his eyes smelling death around him . Two loud gun shots was heard and Micheal drops to the ground dead .

Michael replied, “I hope when you finally leave here, I won’t have to see you again.” Craig nodded with a soft smile, “yes, I will disappear from your life and Sasha’s, as agreed.” “Thank you,” Michael said and turned to leave but when he got to the door, he turned to him, “you were right though, I have been scarred by a friend. So even without our past, I doubt if we would have been friends.” He opened the door and left the room then. Craig smiled, “I think we would have,” he said to himself before a cop entered to escort him back to his cell.

Michael suddenly said, making me and Sam chuckle nervously. "Um...you seem to know your way around. Sam's just wondering." I said, throwing my best friend under the bus, while he gave me a look that screamed "traitor!" "I used to work here." Michael simply answered, taking a sudden turn. "What? You mean like a prisoner, or..." Sam asked in shock, earning a scoff from Michael. "Very funny, Sam, but I used to be a cop." He said, making a gasp escape my lips.

I'm already in a state where I don't care anymore if somebody caught us here. "You'll gonna miss it, mate," Michael said to me again and I just nod at him because I wasn't thinking straight anymore. "Ye-yes, I'm gonna miss it, Michael. Please, don't stop." I responded to him and I'm not sure but I think I just heard Michael laughing softly in triumph as if he was so happy that I finally fell to his seductions.

“Yeah. It did.” There was a beat of silence before I said, quieter, “Are you proud of me?” He didn’t answer right away. Just looked at me for a long second, then said, “Always. Even when you’re an idiot.” “Good. Because I’m probably going to be an idiot again soon.” Michael sighed. “I know. That’s why I’m here. To say ‘I told you so’ when you inevitably end up in a bed like this again.” I huffed. “Hey, most times I will go with the more diplomatic option.”