Michael Scofield was like a storm. He was beautiful and frightening and mysterious.0
Sara: 'First week in Fox River, you promised me if you got out, you'd take me to dinner.'
Micheal: 'Well, maybe after we wrap this up, we can stop off and get you a burrito on the way back to Pope's house.'
Sara: 'I don't know what you're used to, but anything short of a filet mignon is not gonna cut it with me.'