“One Minute” quotes from Breaking Bad

Walter

So what happens now?

Jesse

What happens now? I'll tell you what happens now: Your scumbag brother-in-law is finished. Done. You understand? I will own him when this is over. Every cent he earns, every cent his wife earns, is mine. Any place he goes, anywhere he turns, I'm gonna be there grabbing my share. He'll be scrubbing toilets in Tijuana for pennies and I'll be standing over him to get my cut. He'll see me when he wakes up in the morning and when he crawls to sleep in whatever rat hole is left for him after I shred his house down. I will haunt his crusty ass forever until the day he sticks a gun up his mouth and pulls the trigger just to get me out of his head. That's what happens next.

Hank

...I was convinced that Mr. Pinkman was involved in the manufacture and distribution of phenyl-2 methamphetamine, specifically what we're calling the blue meth. I tracked him to a scrapyard where he stored an early-'80s camper, an RV. While waiting for a warrant to search this vehicle, which I believe to be a rolling meth lab, I received a telephone call telling me my wife Marie had been injured in an accident. Upon hearing the news, I left Mr. Pinkman and his vehicle to tend to my wife. After arriving at the hospital, I learned the emergency call was a hoax. My wife, fortunately, was unharmed. [clears throat] So I immediately went back to the salvage yard, but the RV was gone, most likely destroyed on site.

And it was at this point you drove to the home of Jesse Pinkman? [pause; Hank's lawyer whispers something to him]

I think we're done here. Agent Schrader needs to get home to get some rest.

That's fine. But just to confirm, you're taking the Fifth here?

Hank

Yeah, that's correct.

Okay. Well, we just wanna give you all a heads up. Mr. Pinkman is pressing charges in this matter. He's given a detailed version of events as he sees them.

The word of a methhead.

We know all about his history. We're well aware, but toxicology on Pinkman... his blood is clean, he's not using.

The kid is even refusing his doctor-ordered pain meds, as far as we can tell.

Hank

So, um, where do we go from here?

A couple of gentlemen from OPR will come down, probably tomorrow morning. Janice will give us an exact time on that. [to the AQPD detectives] And you men will be continuing your investigation, so, thanks for your time.

Right. We just need one more thing: A photo of Agent Schrader's hands. For the record.

Hank

Yes, of course. [looks at his right wrist]

Bandage off, if you would.

On the table is fine. Flat on the table. That's fine.

So, you the gentlemen?

Lucky you boys caught me. I've got a load to pick up, I'm taking the 40 straight through to Memphis! I can hammer it out in about 15, but there's this girl down here named Laney or Lolly or somethin'. Maybe Fran. Anyhow, she's got one of these fetish things, she likes to get peed on, y'know, so I was hoping to see her tonight, but she's real strict 'bout wanting to get to sleep before 10, so I wanna wrap it up here ASAP because traffic can be a wild card, y'know, rubberneckin' and such.

Surprising thing is the women who like to get peed on always tend to be from the warmer climates. You'd think the ones in the colder zones would be more inclined but I haven't met one yet. I mean, it's a shock to the system if the body is not properly acclimated, but y'know... leave that for smarter minds than me. Science is a mystery.

Well, take a gander. Prices are negotiable. Buying in bulk gets you a discount. I'm running a special on these honeys.

JHPs. Hollow-point bullets, known by the natives as "Black Death". Check it out. [tosses it to Marco] You like that? It's so sweet, you'll wanna lick it! Nickel-plated brass casing, Lubalox coat for panache. Sucker has six razor claws that expand upon impact! PEW! Shred your mama's head like a cabbage. [Marco considers then starts to hand it back to the dealer] Keep it. On the house. [Marco puts the Black Death bullet in his pocket] Anyhow, I've been windjamming long enough. Why don't you boys tell me what you're looking for. What it is you want, what is it you need? What can I do you for?

Vests.

Vests? Hell yeah, we've got vests! Right here. [grabs two bulletproof vests from a satchel] Sleek, comfortable, thermally bonded, non-interwoven Kevlar fiber. Stop a bullet like a soft wanger against a Quaker girl! It just ain't getting through. And lightweight? Damn, so lightweight, you'll forget you're wearing it! [tosses the vests, which hit the floor in front of the Cousins]

They work?

Sure as shit, they do! [unbuttons the top button on his shirt to reveal that he's wearing an identical bulletproof vest] I don't leave home without it!

Ugh! Ow! What the hell?! You... broke my freaking rib, you maniac son of a bitch!

You're welcome!

Marie

You made one mistake.

Hank

It wasn't one mistake. I've been... unraveling, y'know? I don't sleep at night anymore. I freeze, I freeze up. My chest gets all tight, I can't breathe. Just... I panic. Ever since that Salamanca thing. Tuco Salamanca, if ever a scumbag deserved a bullet between the eyes... It changed me and I can't seem to control it. I try to fight it, but then El Paso. It just got worse. What I did to Pinkman... that's not who I'm supposed to be. All this, everything that's happened, I swear to God, Marie, I think the universe is trying to tell me something and I'm finally ready to listen. I'm just not the man I thought I was. I think I'm done as a cop.

Walter

Listen, something's come up. I think it's a good opportunity. There's been a job opening. I need a new lab assistant.

Jesse

I did... my time. Why don't you just get yourself a monkey?

Walter

I don't want a monkey. I want you.

Jesse

Oh, gee, thanks. Well, not interested. I got my own thing going on. And nice try saving your asshat brother-in-law.

Walter

That's not why I'm here, Jesse. There's more. It's more than an assistant. Partners. We'd be partners again. Split everything, 50/50, just like before. $1.5 million. Each.

Jesse

No.

Walter

I don't think you heard me.

Jesse

I heard you fine. I said no.

Walter

You understand this: You are turning down one and a half million dollars.

Jesse

I am not turning down the money! I'm turning down you! You get it?! I want nothing to do with you! Ever since I met you, everything I ever cared about is gone! Ruined, turned to shit, dead, ever since I hooked up with "the great Heisenberg"! I have never been more alone! I have NOTHING! NO ONE! ALRIGHT? IT'S ALL GONE, GET IT?! No, no, no, why... Why would you get it? What do you even care, as long as you get what you want, right? You don't give a shit about me! You said I was no good. I'm nothing! Why would you want me, huh? You said my meth is inferior, right? Right? Hey! You said my cook was GARBAGE! Hey, screw you, man! Screw you!

Walter

Your meth is good, Jesse. As good as mine.