Prison Break Quotes Michael Scofield Novels & Stories

“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.”

“Don’t. Please don’t. I’ve seen them kill for less.” I leaned closer, whispering sharper. “We won’t make it if we just sit and wait. They’ll keep picking us off.” The man coughed again, his voice weak. “You talk like Michael. He said the same before they broke him.” I went quiet at that, remembering his limp body on the ground outside. I looked back at the guards by the table. They weren’t watching closely, just drinking and joking among themselves. My heart raced as I leaned back against the pole, breathing slow, already thinking of how to slip the ropes or at least loosen them enough.

“I brought up family and business. Tried to get him talking. He had this... twisted confidence. He said no matter what, or who stands in his way, he’ll always get what he wants.” “What?” I blinked. “His exact words,” she nodded. “Then he laughed like it was nothing. But he looked ready to bolt.” “I knew it,” I muttered. “That’s why I mentioned Nina. I told him how she used to light up rooms, how she never bowed to people but loved him. How I missed her.” Michael raised an eyebrow. “How’d he respond?” I smirked. “He smirked, like this.” I mimicked it. “Then said: ‘Some people get what they deserve. Nina was always sweet, may her soul rest well.’ And he gave that disgusting fake smile.”

"Since when have I ever backed down from anything, that's what I would like to know!" Michael's body shook, and it took a minute for them to realize that he was laughing. "You are a shit, you know that?" Maggie said. "Aw, Mags," Michael wheezed, "I'm going to miss your smart ass." He looked past Maggie to Bobby. "Beau…thank you for everything you've done. And…" he gasped for breath, "I'm glad that you're here for Maggie."

Michael was taken aback, his disbelief evident. "I know, right? I was as shocked as you when he informed me before he left," the man chuckled, shaking his head. "Hm. Coffee... coffee..." Michael muttered, his eyes scanning the room before they widened in realization. "Dang it!" he exclaimed, a muffled curse escaping his lips as he sprinted towards the exit. ***

- Michael said ironically, appearing very calm even though he was a prisoner of one of the most dangerous mobsters in Europe. -Not specifically, but it's more fun when done slowly. –He explained perversely. Michael smiled and nodded, while twisting his wrists, it was impossible to get loose, the only thing he would achieve would be to hurt himself. - Why have you been after my wife all this time? – Ciro asked, taking the lead. Brahim was beating around the bush. Michael relaxed in his chair, refusing to spend the last moments of his life in anxiety, crying and pleading.

“I have no sense. There's no need for sense when one has truth.” “The truth doesn't make sense?” “Truth never make cents. You won't get paid for truth. It can, however, get you burned at the stake,” he said, voice almost bitter. He regained his smile, face almost plastic in its expression. “But that's neither here nor there. You should talk to Joan about that- Michael's joy.” “Wait, so Michael has a human pet too?” “That's a crude term. But I suppose we all do. It gets awfully boring up here.”

"I'm sure he's already waiting for you. You have 10 minutes left, so I will take you there." Alessia smiled gratefully as he led the way to the devil in human form... For some minutes she felt relieved that the man was walking with her, but then she scoffed when she realised he was not going to be there with her. "I'm Michael, by the way," the male introduced as they stepped into the elevator. "Like Michael from Prison Break?" she asked playfully, needing to clear the levity or the tension building up in her. He chuckled as he pressed the number 23. "Exactly. He's my favourite actor in the movie.

His laugh, once melodious, was only venom when it touched me. He looked like a god. He was the god of pain. I missed Rose. God, I missed her. "What did you bring?" I hurriedly looked at the trolley, trying to speak but he beat me to it. "If you wanted to know, I already saw," Micheal said, eyes flicking to the trolley as his hand left the girl's neck and rested on the desk. "You murder quicker than you speak." There it was — another stab. Micheal had a talent for words. He could dismantle me with a single sentence.

"I got your back man." "By the way, thank you for sending the beacon home," Michael slurred on his drink. "That was thoughtful of you." "I knew we'd need help," Pedro shrugged. "So I went prepared." "I missed out in all the fun," Michael snorted. "Fredrico did me dirty." They laughed as they reminisced on the incident in the warehouse. "Did we catch any of them?" Pedro sighed, and shook his head. Michael nodded, getting the message. "They escaped...again." He downed the glass in one swig, stamping the butt on the counter. "Another wasted effort."