Breaking Bad quotes

My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. To all law enforcement entities, this is not an admission of guilt. I am speaking to my family now. Skyler, you are the love of my life. I hope you know that. Walter Junior, you're my big man. There are... there are going to be some things that you'll come to learn about me in the next few days. I just want you to know that no–no matter how it may look, I only had you in my heart. Goodbye.

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Why are you here?

I was curious. Honestly, I never expected you to amount to much, but methamphetamine? I didn't picture that. There's a lot of money in it, huh?

I don't know what you're talking about.

No?

Not a clue.

"Cap'n Cook?" That's not you? Like I said, no one is looking for you.

Look, I don't know what you think you're doing here, Mr. White. I mean, if you're planning on giving me some bull-winder about getting right with Jesus by turning myself in...

Not really.

High school was a long time ago, okay? You ain't Welcome Back, Kotter, so step off. No speeches.

Short speech. You lost your partner today. What's his name–Emilio? Emilio is going to prison. The DEA took all your money, your lab. You got nothing. Square one. But you know the business. And I know the chemistry. I'm thinking... maybe you and I could partner up.

You, uh... you want to cook crystal meth? You. You and, uh... and me?

That's right. Either that... or I turn you in.

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Did you learn nothing from my chemistry class?

No. You flunked me, remember?

No wonder.

Prick! And let me tell you something else, this ain't chemistry. This is art. Cooking is art. And the shit I cook is the bomb, so don't be telling me.

The shit you cook is shit. I saw your set-up. Ridiculous. You and I will not make garbage. We will produce a chemically pure and stable product that performs as advertised. No adulterants. No baby formula. No chili powder.

No, no, chili P is my signature, man!

Not anymore.

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[Walter withdraws his life savings and takes them to Jesse's car]

Dude, this isn't even seven grand, alright? My guy wants eighty-five.

This is all the money I have in the world. You're a drug dealer. Negotiate.

[scoffs] Y-You are not how I remember you from class. I mean, like, not at all.

Yeah, well, I gotta go.

Wait, wait, hold up! [leans out the car window] Tell me why you're doing this. Seriously.

Why do you do it?

Money! Mainly.

There you go.

Nah, come on... Man, some straight like you, giant stick up his ass, all of a sudden at age what, 60, he's just gonna break bad?

I'm 50.

It's weird, is all, okay? It doesn't compute. Listen, if you've gone crazy or something; I mean, if y–if you've gone crazy or depressed, I'm just saying... th–that's something I need to know about, okay? I mean, that affects me.

I am awake.

[scoffs] What?

Buy the RV. We start tomorrow.

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[Jesse records Walter cooking in his underwear with a camcorder]

Wow, this is a really great look for you. I mean, you're maybe only the world's second-biggest homo.

Shut up and help me.

[zooming in on Walt's underwear] Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Work it, baby, work it.

[notices Jesse recording him and tries to grab the camcorder] Turn that off!

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This is glass-grade. You got... Jesus, you got crystals in here two inches, three inches long. This is pure glass! You're a goddamn artist! This-this is art, Mr. White!

Actually, it's just basic chemistry. But thank you, Jesse, I'm glad it's acceptable.

"Acceptable"? You're the goddamn Iron Chef! Every chiphead from here to Timbaktu's going to want a taste!

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S1 E2Cat's in the Bag

After we finish cleaning up this mess, we will go our separate ways. Our paths will never cross and we will tell this to no one. Understood?

Oh what, I can talk now? [pause] Fine! That goes double for me!

[Walter and Jesse hear a moan. They turn around and notice Krazy-8 is still barely alive]

Oh, shit.

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Who's this Jesse Pinkman to you?

He... sells me pot.

He sells you pot?

Marijuana, yeah. Not a lot. I mean, I don't know. I kind of like it.

Are you out of your mind? What are you, like sixteen years old? Your brother-in-law is a DEA agent! What is wrong with you?

Skyler, I just... haven't quite been myself lately.

Yeah, no shit. Thanks for noticing.

I haven't been myself lately, but I love you. Nothing about that has changed, nothing ever will. So right now, what I need is for you to climb down out of my ass. Can you do that? Will you do that for me, honey? Will you please, just once, get off my ass, you know? I'd appreciate it, I really would.

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[As Jesse is moving Emilio's body, Skyler drives up to his house and approaches his gate]

Excuse me? 'Scuse me? Excuse me, you. [Jesse nervously looks up and around] Yes, you. May I talk to you?

[Skyler enters the driveway and Jesse quickly runs over to her]

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, this is private property!

Just a minute. I–I want to talk to you.

Nope. Nope, not interested. Come on!

[Jesse grabs Skyler's arm and she pulls away, backing off]

Hey, don't touch me! Do not... touch me!

Alright! Alright, look! Not touching, 'kay? Not touching here! Look, lady. Whatever you're selling, I ain't buyin', yo.

Well, my name is Skyler White, yo. My husband is Walter White, yo. Uh-huh. He told me everything.

Seriously?

That's right. And just so you know, my brother-in-law is a DEA agent. And I will not hesitate to call him. Not if I have to. Understood? [brief pause; Jesse is silent] This is your one and only warning. Do not... sell marijuana to my husband.

[pause] Okay?

I mean it. Don't call our house again. You stay away from him, or you will be one sorry individual. You get me?

Uh, I... think so. Yeah. Uh, no more marijuana. I can–I can dig it.

[softly, while nodding] You can dig it. Wonderful.

[Skyler and Jesse awkwardly stare each other down as Skyler starts walking away. She turns back around when she reaches Jesse’s gate.]

Not that it's any of my business, but... you might want to consider a different line of work.

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You got a brother in the goddamn DEA?!

What?

You said you were just doing some ride-along! Yes or no, do you have a brother in the DEA?

Brother-in-law.

[sarcastically] Oh, now there's a load off my mind.

Where did you hear that?

Your freakin' wife told me when she was here all up on my shit! Yeah, that's right. She almost caught me moving Emilio! Good job wearing the pants in the family! And why did you go telling her I was selling you weed?

WWalt

Because somehow it seemed preferable to admitting that I cook crystal meth and killed a man.

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[after Jesse's ceiling caves in, dumping bloody offal onto the floor] I'm sorry, what were you asking me? Oh, yes, that "stupid plastic container" I asked you to buy. You see, hydrofluoric acid won't eat through plastic; it will however dissolve metal, rock, glass, ceramic... so there's that.

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S1 E3...And the Bag's in the River

We've got work to do.

No, no! You! You've got work to do! I did my part!

You mean that obscenity that I spent the last two hours cleaning up?! That is your contribution?!

Yo, kiss my pink ass, man! I didn't ask for any of this! How am I supposed to live here now, huh?! My whole house smells like toe cheese and dry cleaning!

Because you didn't follow my instructions!

Oh well, heil Hitler, bitch! And let me tell you something else. We flipped a coin, okay? You and me. You and me! Coin flip is sacred! Your job is waiting for you in that basement, as per the coin! Fucking do it already!

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Hank

You know who lives in the palace? Meth-heads. Nasty, skeevy meth-heads who'd sell their grandma's coochie for a hit. [Walter Jr. chuckles] Oh, you think that's funny? That's funny, huh? Yeah. Let me tell you something. Every one of these miserable wastes of skin got started how? How do you think they started?

Walter Jr.

I don't know.

Hank

What do you think it was they were all doing before they graduated to shooting meth in their dicks? A gateway drug. That's what we call it. Dollars to doughnuts, and I shit you not, that gateway drug was marijuana, every time. You understand?

Walter Jr.

Um... Yeah. So, why are you telling me this?

Hank

'Cause I love you, you little bastard.

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K8Krazy-8

Walter, you getting to know me is not gonna make it any easier for you to kill me. Not that I mind, you understand.

You know, you keep telling me that I don't have it in me. Well, maybe, maybe not. I sure as hell am looking for any reason not to. I mean, any good reason at all. Sell me. Tell me what it is.

K8Krazy-8

I guess I'd start off by promising that if you let me go, I won't come after you. That you'd be safe. I guess I'd say what happened between us never happened. And what's best for both parties is we forget all about it. But you know that anybody in my situation would make promises like that, and though in my case they happen to be true, you'd never know for sure. So what else can I tell you?

I don't know. But you gotta convince me and you're going nowhere until you do.

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[Walter approaches Krazy-8, now aware he is hiding a shattered plate piece to stab Walter once released]

K8Krazy-8

You're doing the right thing, Walter.

Do you want to... [motions for Krazy-8 to turn around so he can unlock the chain; Krazy-8 turns around] So, you're not angry?

K8Krazy-8

How do you mean? Angry? No. Live and let live, man.

That's very understanding.

K8Krazy-8

Whatever, man. I just want to go home.

Me, too.

K8Krazy-8

Unlock me, Walter.

The moment I do, are you gonna stick me with that broken piece of plate?

[Walter pulls back on the lock, choking Krazy-8. Krazy-8 attempts to swing the plate piece behind him but can only stab Walter's leg a few times. Krazy-8 slowly dies]