Leticia: You're working with them, aren't you? Think I'm stupid, lady? I hear the clicks on my phone, I see the cars out there on the street.
Veronica: I know you're scared. I am, too. But, please, put the gun down. Where you going?
Leticia: Ireland. What difference does it make?
Veronica: It makes all the difference. Nobody's ever gotten your testimony.
Leticia: That's exactly the reason I'm still breathing.
Veronica: I'm not with them, Leticia. You have to believe me.
Leticia: Oh, yeah? Then what you sneaking in here for?
Veronica: I thought maybe they'd gotten to you.
Leticia: Oh, yeah? And why do you care so much about my well-being, all of a sudden?
Veronica: I don't.
Leticia: Finally, an honest answer.
Veronica: But maybe you can save Lincoln. And maybe you can bring down the guys who killed your boyfriend in the process. If somebody killed you, and Crab could have done something to the guys who did it--- you think he would have?
Leticia: I'm not as strong as he was. I can'ttake those people on.
Veronica: I'll take 'em on. All you have to do is come to my office and tell me what you know. I'll type it up, you can sign the affidavit, and split. I'll take you to the airport myself.
Policeman: How are those boneyard visits going with that girlfriend of yours? I imagine pretty good, huh? You know, visitation rules stipulate that conjugals are only for married couples.
Sucre: But we're engaged. Besides, I got that coming to me 'cause I ain't caused no static in this place. Please don't dead my conjugals.
Policeman: I won't.
Sucre: Thank you.
Policeman: But, in exchange, you have to tell me where that cell phone is.
Sucre: Cell phone?
Policeman: Don'tplay stupidwith me. I'm giving you a chance to save your precious conjugals. You lie to me, they're gone, and they're never coming back. Where's that cell phone? Turner? Your transfer came in. They want you in administration.
Lincoln: He didn't talk.
Sucre: All I got to say is I better get to make all the calls I want.
Michael: Gonna be kind of hard.
Sucre: Soap? I lost my congugals over soap?!
Michael: You may have lost your conjugals, but I can do you one better. I can get you to her.
Sucre: To Maricruz. You can get me to Maricruz?
Michael: That's right.
Sucre: Yeah? And how you gonna do that?
Michael: We're breaking out of here.
Michael: It starts in our cell.
Sucre: In our cell?
Michael: To tell you the truth, it's already started.
Sucre: Ah. Are you crazy?! You think I want to break out of here? 16 months from now, I'm out the gate. I'm getting married,papi, and I'm sure as hell not doing it with noposse on my ass. Man, I ought tobeat you six ways till Sunday! I lost my conjugals,pendejo. And all because of your little bar of soap.
Michael: I had to test you; see if you could keep a secret.
Sucre: You want a secret? I got a secret for you, Fish. You dig in my cell while I'm there, and I'm gonna split your wig. That went well.