[Michael beat himself up to get rid of his room-mate]
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Good afternoon Mr. Scofield.
Michael Scofield: Hello.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: How are you feeling today?
[Rolling up his sleeve]
Michael Scofield: Well, good.
[Referring to the cut eyebrow]
Dr. Sara Tancredi: What happened?
[Sits down]
Michael Scofield: Uh, caught an elbow playing basketball.
[Disbelieving]
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Uh huh. Mind if I take a look?
[Invitingly]
Michael Scofield: By all means.
[She peels off the bandage and takes a look, obviously at more than the elbow]
Dr. Sara Tancredi: You know, you're going to get killed in here right? If you're not careful.
[Michael looks at the grate, then at her]
Michael Scofield: I'll make a bet that when I get out of here, alive, I'll take you to dinner;... lunch... , a cup of coffee.
Dr. Sara Tancredi: Michael, this, this charm act could be exactly what is getting you into trouble out in the yard.
[He looks at her and then down. She doesn't understand]