Walter White Jr quotes from Breaking Bad

Walter Jr.

You’re being a pussy! All this stuff I’ve been through, and you’re scared of a little chemotherapy?

Walter Jr.

[upon seeing Walter's shaved head] Badass, dad.

Walter Jr.

Yeah. Hell yeah. Kick ass and take names.

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.

Skyler

Can I call them and tell them you'll start next week?

I just think that we need to... discuss it a little more, that's all.

Skyler

What is there to discuss? You're going to get the best treatment and he's the best.

Well, there's the money discussion. $90,000 out of pocket. Maybe more.

Skyler

There's a way, Walt. There's financing, there's installment plans. I could always go back to work. Walt, there's always a way.

Alright. Skyler, say that there is a way, and we spend all that money, and... am I supposed to leave you with all that debt? I just don't want emotions ruling us. Maybe treatment isn't the way to go.

Walter Jr.

Then why don't you just fucking die already? Just give up and die.

Judging from the things you and other folks have written about him, your dad must be quite a guy.

Walter Jr.

Yeah, he is. He's the best.

You don't want to lose him, do you, Walter?

He's a good man, isn't he?

Walter Jr.

Absolutely. Ask anyone, anybody. He's a great father, a great teacher. He knows, like, everything there is to know about chemistry. He's patient with you, he's always there for you. He's just decent. And he always does the right thing and that's how he teaches me to be.

Would you say he's your hero?

Walter Jr.

Oh yeah, yes ma'am, totally. My dad is my hero.

Wanna talk about it?

Walter Jr.

Why? It's not like I get a vote.

You know, ironically I think you're gonna see much more of me from now on.

Walter Jr.

Sure.

Well, just as much of me at least. I'm taking you to school, to and from, every day.

Walter Jr.

What, I don't get a vote in this either? I gotta stop going with Louis just because you're feeling guilty?

I do feel guilty. I am the man that I am, son. And there's plenty that I would change about that, but here we are, and this is just what it is. You know what? Call me crazy but I'm actually feeling very good about the future.

I skimmed through it. Looks interesting.

Walter Jr.

Yeah. Uncle Hank gave it to me.

Well, what's it about?

Walter Jr.

Pablo Escobar, this big drug guy in the '80s.

Yeah. Yeah, I remember seeing him on the news.

Walter Jr.

Well, it's more about the guys who investigated him and tried to bring him down. Some of them were DEA, you know? Uncle Hank said that they were worth learning about. That everybody knows who Pablo Escobar is but nobody knows about the guys that brought him down.

I guess I never thought about it.

Walter Jr.

He said that good guys never get ink like the bad guys do.

Walter Jr.

Hey, Mom? Dad?

[from the bedroom] Hey, son!

Walter Jr.

Where are you?

Uh, we're... We're back here. We'll be out in a minute.

Walter Jr.

[realizes his parents are having sex] Oh, God.

Hank

This guy Gale Boetticher, he was eccentric. Real character, y'know? He's, uh, he's dead now.

Skyler

Who was he?

Walter Jr.

He was a meth cook.

Hank

Uh, he was a meth chef. We're talking five-stars, candles and white tablecloth, y'know? I can't believe these words are coming out of my mouth, but he was a genius, plain and simple. I mean, uh–Boy, if he applied that big brain of his to something good, I dunno, who knows? He could've helped humanity or something like that. I mean, how many actual geniuses are there in the world? If he'd have taken his life in a different direction, who knows?

Hank, not to tell you your business, but I'm not sure I agree.

Hank

What do you mean?

Well, you showed me that notebook and from what I saw–and this is just my humble opinion–from what I saw on those papers... genius? Not so much. I mean, there was no reasoning, no deductions in those pages, so to my eye, all this brilliance looks like nothing more than just simple rote copying, probably of someone else's work. Believe me, I have been around enough students to know. So this genius of yours, maybe he's still out there.

I wish I could take back last night. It was your birthday; this shouldn't be on your mind.

Walter Jr.

It's okay.

No, it's not okay. I'm your father. I don't want last night to be... I mean, you really... You can't think of me like...

Walter Jr.

Like what? I don't understand.

My father died when I was six. You knew that, right?

Walter Jr.

Yeah.

He had Huntington's disease. It destroys portions of the brain, affects muscle control, and leads to dementia. It's just a nasty disease. It's genetic. Terrified my mother that I might have it, so they ran tests on me when I was a kid, but I came up clean. My father fell very ill when I was four, five. Spent a lot of time in the hospital. My... [chuckles] my mother would tell me so many stories about my father. I mean, she would talk about him all the time. I knew about his personality, how he treated people, I even knew how he liked his steaks cooked: Medium rare, just like you. I knew things about my father, I had a lot of information. It was because people would tell me these things. They would paint this picture of my father for me and I always pretended that was who I saw too, that I remembered. But it was all a lie. In truth, I only have one real, actual memory of my father. It must have been right before he died. My mother would take me to the hospital to visit him. And I remember the smell in there. The chemicals. It was as if they used every single cleaning product they could find in a 50 mile radius, like they didn't want you smelling the sick people. There was this stench of Lysol and bleach, you could just feel it coating your lungs. Anyway, there, lying on the bed, is my father. And he's all... he's all twisted up. My mom, she puts me on her lap, she's sitting on the bed next to him so I can get a good look at him, but really he just scares me. And he's looking right at me, but I can't even be sure he knows who I am. And your grandmother is talking, trying to be cheerful as she does, but the only thing I could remember is him breathing. There was this... this rattling sound, like if you were shaking an empty spray paint can. Like there was nothing in him. Anyway, that is the only real memory that I have of my father. I don't want you to think of me the way I was last night. I don't want that to be the memory you have of me when I'm gone.

Walter Jr.

Remembering you that way wouldn't be so bad. The bad way to remember you would be the way you've been this whole last year. At least last night you were... you were real, y'know?

Skyler

Flynn? Flynn, open the door. Just come out and talk to me.

Walter Jr.

[through door] I'm staying. That's all I have to say.

What's going on?

Skyler

You got what you wanted, that's what. Congratulations.

It's me. Open up. [pause] Come on, Junior. I'm not going to ask twice.

Walter Jr.

What?

You know what.

Walter Jr.

Are you seriously kicking me out of my own house? Are you seriously doing that?

We're not kicking you out of anywhere, son. We love you, and this is your house as much as it is ours. But your mom and I need some time alone, and you know that. We explained that to you.

Walter Jr.

You haven't explained jack shit! You want me out? Explain to me why! Why do I have to go to Uncle Hank's? Give me the exact reason, or I'm not going anywhere!

This is not going to be a debate.

Walter Jr.

What's going on? Why can't anybody tell me anything? I want one good reason!

Because we're your parents and you are our child. That's reason enough. Now please, do as I ask. Now.

Walter Jr.

[to Saul, while pointing at his bruised and bandaged face] What... what happened to your face?

Saul

Oh, this is a... guess you'd call it an occupational hazard.

Skyler

[hands Saul receipt] Okay, so thank you. And please give that to your car wash professional.

Saul

[to Skyler] Very good. Thank you very much. [to Walter Jr.] Good to meet you. Don't drink and drive, but if you do, call me!

Walter Jr.

[calling after Saul as he departs, parroting a slogan of the A1A Car Wash] Have an A1 day! ... Mom, you forgot to say it.

Walter Jr.

You’re completely out of your mind.

Skyler

It’s the truth.

Marie

It is. Flynn—

Walter Jr.

Then both of you are out of your minds. You’re full of shit, is what you are. Both of you. If–If this is true, then how could you keep this a secret? I mean, why? Why would you go along?

Skyler

I’ll be asking myself that for the rest of my life.

Walter Jr.

So you’re saying all of this time you were lying about this? I mean, so you’re saying... you’re a liar. You... you just admitted it. So were you lying then, or are you lying now? Which lie is it?

Marie

Flynn, honey, your mother is telling you the truth. Right here, right now. Believe it.

Walter Jr.

You know what? This– This is bullshit. This is bullshit. [stands up to try to get his phone] I wanna talk to dad.

Marie

Your dad’s in custody. You won’t be able to talk to him for a while, sweetie.

Walter Jr.

I'm calling Uncle Hank.

Marie

I’ve tried. He’s not answering. Probably because he is in the thick of it with your father. Honey, I know this is a lot to process, Flynn, but if you could just breathe. Just try to breathe and just trust—

Walter Jr.

Really? Really?! Try to breathe?!

Son, it’s me. Please don’t let on. Carmen’s nearby, right? She cannot know. Son, are you there?

Walter Jr.

Y–Yes.

It’s so good to hear your voice. I– I… I, uh… Son, the things that they’re saying… about me… I did wrong. I– I’ve made some terrible mistakes. But the reason were always… Things happened that… I– I never… intended. I never intended. Listen. Son, we don’t have much time. Is Louis’ family still at 4848 Newcombe? Son, your friend Louis Corbett, does his family still live in that same place up on Newcombe?

Walter Jr.

Y–Yes.

Okay, good. Okay, he’s–he’s a good kid. He’s–he’s like you. He’ll understand. I’m sending Louis a package. Now, it’s addressed to Louis, but it’s for you, your mother and your sister. There’s–there’s money inside. About $100,000. Okay? I think. It was all that I could fit into the box. It has to be a secret. And if anyone says a word, the police will take it. I wanted to give you so much more. But this is all I could do. Do you understand? Son? Can you hear me? Do you understand?

Walter Jr.

[pause] You want to send money?

Yes. Good. Good, good. So, you’ll–you’ll talk to Louis, right?

Walter Jr.

You killed Uncle Hank. You killed him!

Wait. Wait, son.

Walter Jr.

No. What you did to mom– You asshole. You killed Uncle Hank.

Listen to me. You’ve got to listen to me.

Walter Jr.

Shut up. Just stop it. Sto–stop it. I don’t want anything from you. I don’t give a shit.

You need this money. Your mother—

Walter Jr.

You killed Uncle Hank. You killed him!

Your mother needs this money. It can’t all be for nothing.

Walter Jr.

What you did–Just shut up.

Please.

Walter Jr.

Shut up.

Please.

Walter Jr.

Will you just–just leave us alone? You asshole! Why are you still alive?! Why don’t you just–just die already? Just–just die!