Scofield: We're not getting out of here.
T-Bag: Unfortunately, pretty, that ain't an option.
Sucre: They're strapping him up either way now. Once he's gone, you'll be stuck here for another five years. And if they trace the hole back to you, they'll toss another dime. That's fifteen years, Papi. Of course, if I were you, I wouldn't leave my brother behind, either. Not to die like that, no. Worst thing in the world they can do to a man is strap him to a chair like that.