- [Lincoln is in the infirmary]
- C.O. #2: Why isn't he cuffed to the table?
- Dr. Sara Tancredi: What's he going to do? Steal a cottonball?
- C.O. #2: At the moment of death, the body becomes incontinent. So...
- [holds up diaper]
- Lincoln Burrows: It's a diaper.
- C.O. #2: Yeah. You need to wear it.
- Lincoln Burrows: Make me.
- Lincoln Burrows: You letting me win, Michael?
- Michael Scofield: No...
- Lincoln Burrows: Mm hmm, show me your cards.
- Michael Scofield: I'm not going to show you my cards.
- Lincoln Burrows: Show me your cards!
- Michael Scofield: I'm not going to show you my cards!
- Lincoln Burrows: Give me your cards!
- [grabs the cards out of Michael's hand and slaps them on the table]
- Michael Scofield: [sheepishly] Gin.
- Lincoln Burrows: Funny that...
- [phone conversation]
- LJ Burrows: There's something I want to tell you.
- Lincoln Burrows: What's that?
- LJ Burrows: I had a dream last night. You and me were working on a house, pounding nails. And in the dream, it felt like we were older. It was so clear... the whole dream... And when I woke, I knew that today wasn't going to be the end. That... That we'll see each other again, dad. I know it. I love you, dad.