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Sucre: There are three things for certain in life---death, taxes and count. Only way to stop count is...
Michael: What?
Sucre: Never mind. It's a bad idea.
Michael: Worse than the idea of losing Maricruz?
Sucre: A lockdown. We get Gen Pop locked down for a day, you'll have all the time you need.
Michael: And no count?
Sucre: Bulls don't even come by. Only one problem.
Michael: How do we get a lockdown?
Sucre: Can you get to the prison AC unit?
Michael: Maybe.
Sucre: You want a lockdown, you got to get the inmates riled up. And if you want to piss off the meat in concrete, turn up the heat.
Man: I thought you were retired.
Diamond: Never mind me. Some heavy hitters want this done, so that means I want it done. No screw ups.
Man: For you, Diamond, it's not a problem, Burrows is as good as dead.
Sara: Hottest April on record.
Michael: Global warming.
Sara: Probably. You got a minute?
Michael: Uh-huh. About five years worth.
Sara: Sorry, right, um... You never told me Lincoln Burrows is your brother.
Michael: It never came up.
Sara: Right. I'm curious if that isn't because of my father, the governor. He may not be the one pulling the switch, but you and I both know - he has the power to grant clemency, and he won't, and he never does.
Michael: My old man was an abusive drunk who abandoned his family. I don't judge anyone by their father's actions. Or inactions. If that was your concern.
Sara: Just so you know, I don't aGREe with his politics. I'm sorry about your brother.
Michael: I appreciate that.
Sara: Hey, this isn't much. Um... I have to give Lincoln a weekly checkup now. If you want, I could schedule those visits to end right before you come in for your shots. That way, uh, you could at least see each other, even if it's just in passing.
Michael: Thank you.
Sara: Yeah.
T-bag: You got to do something about the heat.
Geary: Doing the best we can.
T-bag: Your best is garbage. It's a hundred deGREes in here.
Geary: Look like I got frostbite to you? Line up!
T-bag: Why don't you transfer us all someplace cooler... like Africa?
Geary: Get your ass on the line, convict.
T-bag: We'll move when the temperature situation is rectified, all right?
Mack: Hey, Bellick, this is Mack in Cell Block. We got some cons popping off.
Bellick: Give 'em a smack, throw 'em on the line and write 'em up. If you can't handle it, don't cash your paycheck this week.
