Michael Scofield:
You kept it.
Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Kept what?
Michael Scofield:
The flower.
Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Well, I'm a packrat. I never throw anything out.
Michael Scofield:
[looks around the spotless infirmary]
Yeah, well this clutter. It's... overwhelming.
Dr. Sara Tancredi:
You should see my apartment.
Michael Scofield:
Woah. We haven't even had our first date yet and you're already inviting me in. I thought you were a nice girl.
Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Oh Michael, we all know nice girls finish last.
[motions for Michael to lift up his shirt]
Michael Scofield:
So where do you finish?
Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Depends on where I start. Deep breath.
[uses stethoscope to listen to Michael's heart beat, and looks up at him. Michael gives her the blue steel and forgets to continue breathing deeply]
Angela West:
[suddenly walking in]
Sara, we're backing up out here.
Dr. Sara Tancredi:
Right, sorry.
[to Michael]
Dr. Sara Tancredi:
I'll go get your shot.
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