You got something for me?
[Skinny Pete hands Jesse a piece of paper]
Five, yo. No wait...S. No, no... Yeah, five.
Yeah? Jesus, how the hell do you spell "street" wrong? S-T-R-E-A-T?
Hey, man, I'm slingin' mad volume and fat stackin' benjis, you know what I'm sayin'? I can't be all about, like, spelling and shit.
Hers is like... I dunno, she's just his woman is all. Him, they call Spooge.
Spooge? Not Mad Dog? Not Diesel? So lemme get this straight, you got jacked by a guy named Spooge?
Yo, what's his name matter? All's I saw was that knife he stuck in my face, like, that big! But if you're looking for a reason not to go do this thing—
'Cause I'd go do it myself, right? It's just I'm on probation and all. So, you gonna do it? [Jesse nods] Good. Right on. 'Cause these two, they need to get got.
The man who invented the diamond. Alright. H. Tracy Hall—write this name down. Dr. Hall invented the first reproducible process for making synthetic diamonds. I mean, this is way back in the 50's. Now today, synthetic diamonds are used in oil drilling, electronics, multi-billion dollar industries. Now at the time, Dr. Hall worked for General Electric and he made them a fortune. I mean, incalculable. You want to know how GE rewarded Dr. Hall? A $10 U.S. savings bond. [pause; Walt becomes angry but calms himself] Anyway, a savings bond printed on carbon-based paper paid to a carbon-based man for something he made out of... carbon.
SSpooge
I told ya, Diesel, we ain't holding, man.
SSSpooge's Woman
We shot it all.
Yeah? You shot an ounce? In a day and a half?
Alright, tell you what. Both of you pull it out your butts right now, or I go grab a flashlight and some pliers and go exploring.
Let me just get this straight: Elliott and I offered to pay for your treatment, no strings attached–an offer which still stands, by the way–and you turn us down out of pride, whatever. And then you tell your wife that in fact we are paying for your treatment. Without our knowledge, against our will, you involve us in your lie, and you sit here and tell me that that is none of my business?
[long pause] Yeah. That's pretty much the size of it.
What happened to you? Really, Walt? What happened? Because this isn't you.
What would you know about me, Gretchen? What would your presumption about me be, exactly? That I should go begging for your charity, and you waving your checkbook around like some magic wand is going to make me forget how you and Elliott–how you and Elliott–cut me out?
What? That can't be how you see it.
It was my hard work. My research. And you and Elliott made millions off it.
That cannot be how you see it.
Oh God, that's beautifully done.
You are always the picture of innocence.
The picture of innocence. Just sweetness and light.
You left me. Fourth of July weekend, you and my father and my brothers. And I go up to our room and you are packing your bags. Barely talking. What, did I dream all that?
That's your excuse? To build your little empire on my work?
How could you say that to me? You walked away, you abandoned us. Me, Elliott...
Little rich girl, just adding to your millions.
I don't even know what to say to you. I don't even know where to begin. I feel so sorry for you, Walt.
