Robert Knepper en el papel de...
Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell
- Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell: Lincolny-linc. All huffin' and puffin'. Don't you look at me like I'm trash. My house is in order. I'm clear with the government, the D.O.C., and my God. Doesn't appear to be the same with you. Look at you, all backslid. You're supposed to be going up in the world as you age, or did you not get the memo?
- Lincoln Burrows: You don't get off my deck, I'm gonna crack your skull.
- Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell: I wouldn't do that. Seems fate has deigned to join us at the hip once again, despite our mutual contempt.
- [showing him the envelope he received in prison]
- Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell: Have a look-see.
- [Lincoln opens the envelope and takes the contents out]
- Lincoln Burrows: Where'd you get this?
- Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell: Received it on release earlier this week. No return address.
- Lincoln Burrows: If you're playing me, I'll kill you.
- Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell: Take a look at that postmark on that. I may be a sophisti-cat, but not so sophisticated as to forge something like that. Besides, what angle could I possibly have in coming here and telling you that it looks like your brother might just be alive?
- Lincoln Burrows: It's impossible.
- Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell: That's what I thought.
- Lincoln Burrows: Why'd he send it to you?
- Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell: Again, what I thought. And then I gave the words another look-see. Maybe that's the answer. "By your hand you shall know the glories of your progeny and our world will be made right forevermore." Hell if I know what that means. But just like that envelope's addressed to me, those words are addressed to me. Got to be!
- Lincoln Burrows: Get out.
- Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell: I'm trying to work with you here. Is there any possible way your brother could've survived?
- Lincoln Burrows: My brother's dead.
- Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell: Th... then who sent this? And why?
- Lincoln Burrows: Get out.
- [T-Bag leans down to take the picture, but Lincoln stops him]
- Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell: At least let me take my rightful correspondence.
- [seeing Linc's stoic look]
- Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell: Oh, I made a copy, Burrows. I knew you'd be the same obstinate son of a beyotch you always been, but I'd hoped you'd seen the light. But you are what you is and you is what you are.
- [he turns to leave]
- Theodore 'T-Bag' Bagwell: Still, I'm telling you, fate has got us joined at the hip somehow.