T-Bag and Michael in “Fin Del Camino”

T-Bag

[holding a knife to Michael] What exactly is it that you want, pretty?

Michael

[closes door] I'm turning you in.

T-Bag

Is that it? Really? It ain't about the money? 'Cause if it is, you can tell me. Ain't nobody here but us cons.

Michael

You can walk... or get dragged, that's up to you.

T-Bag

No. See, when you had the gun on me, I afforded you a certain respect. But, uh, here? Well, the scales are tipped back my way. So I'm gonna spell out the present options. Either we split this money, and you can go get your legs tattooed or whatever the hell it is you want, or they're gonna find your corpse slumped over that there chair with your pants down around your ankles, 'cause it's been a long time coming, pretty.

T-Bag

Well, I got my answer.

Michael

Whenever you're done yakking.

T-Bag

... Bring it, bitch.