(as they watch the plane fade in the distance)
Sucre: What do we do now?
Michael: We run!
Michael: I'm gonna get that key even if you have to crap it out.
T-Bag: You got a fowl mouth sometimes, pretty.
Michael: This is as far as you go, my friend.
Tweener: Wha? No man, you can’t leave me out here, not like this
Michael: We had a deal, remember?
Tweener: Yeah, but come on bro...
Michael: You and I, we’re not bros. And I don't think you want me tellin’ the guys what I know. Now walk.
Abruzzi: He's lucky I didn't take this to his head. (Shortly after cutting T-Bag's hand with an axe)