- Charles Westmoreland: 'Cause you still think I'm D.B. Cooper.
- Michael Scofield: I don't think. I know. The way I see it, you're in here doing 60-to-life for a vehicular manslaughter. It would have been 20, but the car you were in was stolen. Felony murder rule cubes up your sentence, and here you are. Hitting that woman was an accident, but the car? No one accidently steals a car. So the question is, why would Charles Westmoreland be in Arizona boosting a car, ten states away from where he lived, and only ten miles away from the Mexican border? And why, two days before that, would someone make a phone call to his wife from a motel in Portland, a stone's throw away from the airport out of which, shortly after, flight 305 was hijacked by one, D.B. Cooper? Seven hours after the hijacking, records show Charles Westmoreland was treated for a busted knee at a free clinic in Brigham City. Only way to get from Portland, Oregon to Brigham City, Utah in seven hours, is in a car breaking every land-speed record known to man, or flying. It's public record D.B. Cooper jumped out of that 727 about an hour after takeoff. Taking a dive at ten thousand feet with 1.5 million in cash and a hastily packed parachute, might make for a pretty rough landing. Rough enough to shatter some bones, maybe even a left knee. D.B. Cooper would've had a car waiting for him when he landed. According to D.M.V. records, in 1971, Charles Westmoreland was the proud owner of a '65 Chevy Nova. As it happened, a '65 Chevy Nova with the registration number scraped off was found abandoned with a blown gasket along the Arizona border, a mile or two away from where you accidently hit that woman, with your stolen car.
- Charles Westmoreland: Interesting story.
- Michael Scofield: Interesting man.
- LJ Burrows: I don't know if you remember, but that summer before fifth grade when I stayed with you a couple weeks and you thought I broke your glass coffee table...
- Lincoln Burrows: Uh huh.
- LJ Burrows: And when you came home, I denied it. But you told me you could care less about the coffee table, you just didn't want to me lying to you. And you said I'd feel a lot better if I just told you the truth. And you promised not to be angry.
- Lincoln Burrows: I remember.
- LJ Burrows: Well I broke it.
- Michael Scofield: Let's just say it'd be in everyone's best interest if a fire were to start in there.
- Charles Westmoreland: Marilyn, did you think he was the arsonist-type?
- Michael Scofield: [chuckles] I'm not. I'm the cleanup crew-type.
- Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell: Either I'm through that hole with you, or I'm gonna sing like Johnny Cash.
- Charles Westmoreland: We've both been around long enough to know, that when a con starts that snitching business, he's not long for this world. Don't put me in that position, boss.
- Charles "The Old Head" Westmoreland: Maybe I did hurt my knee. I did steal that car, and I did accidentally hit that poor lady. But how could I have hijacked a plane in Portland on November 24 when I was in Folsom finishing up a 30-day drunk and disorderly?
- Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell: I'm feelin' kinda left out. New York, California, St. Louis. What are we discussing?
- Michael Scofield: Talkin' baseball, actually.
- Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell: Huh. Now that's a subject I just happen to know quite a bit about.
- John Abruzzi: What a shame. The conversation's over.
- Theodore "T-Bag" Bagwell: I'm comin' along on this endeavor whether you like it or not. I've got a hell of a singin' voice otherwise.