LLawson
You know, mister, I've been providin' my services for the past thirty-odd years. You'd think in that time I'd learn better than to ask a man his business. Especially not one referred by the lawyer. But I feel the urge to ask you, we strictly talking defense here?
Yes. Absolutely, defense. Why?
LLawson
'Cause if it's just personal protection, aside from a bucket of money, you'd save yourself a potential felony two-spot for carrying a weapon with a defaced serial number if you'd just buy it legally.
Yeah, but... if you did have to use it, wouldn't it still be better to use one that couldn't be traced?
LLawson
This is the west, boss. New Mexico's not a retreat jurisdiction. A man steps to you intent on doing bodily harm, you got every right to plant your feet and shoot to kill. Some call it a moral right and I do include myself within that class. All this to say, I'm happy to take your money, but if you're not a convicted felon, you might best be advised to bear your arms within the confines of the law.
It's for defense. [beat] Defense. I'll take it.
Left 4 Dead, yo. The way them bitches get all cranial when you cap 'em in the head, it's like BOOYAH!
No, no, no, man. Resident Evil 4 takes it by a long shot.
Oh please, brotha, you're frontin'.
No, man, seriously, that chick? The one you gotta rescue? She's smoking, bro. And then you're like the last undead dude on Earth, so how can you not be dipping into that? Talk about inspiring a brother to kick some zombie ass!
They're trying to eat your brain, bro. A dude don't need no more motivation.
That's a fair point, I guess. Okay, okay, okay, Call of Duty: World at War zombie mode. Now that's the bomb, man. Think on it, bro. They're not just zombies: They're Nazi zombies.
Yeah, man! SS Waffen troopers, too, which are like the baddest-ass Nazis of the whole Nazi family!
Zombies are dead, man! What difference does it make what their job was when they was living?
Dude, you are so historically retarded! Nazi zombies don't wanna eat ya just 'cause they're craving the protein. They do it 'cause–they do it 'cause–they hate Americans, man. Talibans. They're the Talibans of the zombie world.
I played the game, bro. They ain't exactly fleet of foot. I'm saying, where's the challenge? At least the zombies in Left 4 Dead clock a respectable 40! You gotta lead 'em and shit!
Dude, that's 'cause they're not even zombies! They're just infected! They got like this rage virus. Amps 'em up like they've been smoking the schwag! Apples and oranges, bro. Totally unfair to compare the two.
[without turning around to look at Walter] You might want to learn how to tail better if you plan on making a habit of it.
May I buy you a drink? Next round when you're done.
Why not? You make a hell of a lot more than I do.
[to bartender] Another round for him and I'll have the same. No ice. [to Mike] I feel like I need to explain myself. There were some actions that I took which I want you to understand. I didn't want any of this to happen. Everything I did I did out of loyalty to my partner, and then later, of course, purely out of self-defense. I hope you can appreciate that. Just like I appreciated that... [waits for bartender to walk by] I appreciated that when you were going to kill me, you were simply following orders. I get that completely. And I harbor no ill will.
[sarcastically] There's a load off my mind.
Mike, I'm trying to tell you—
I get it. Fine. Drink up, Walter.
Hell of a last couple of weeks. Makes a man wonder exactly where he stands. [Mike rolls eyes and sighs] I mean, I cannot be alone in feeling this way. Not after what happened to Victor.
So... what's with the piece? Right hip, inside your waist band. I noticed it the other day at the lab. Now you wear it if it makes you feel better, but if push comes to shove, it's not gonna help.
Mike, do I have to come right out and say this? Now you and I, we're in the same boat.
If it happened to Victor, it can happen to you. And what the hell was that anyway? A message? He cuts a man's throat just to send a message?
You won, Walter. You got the job. Do yourself a favor and learn to take yes for an answer.
Yeah, I got the job, but for how long? Get me in a room with him. Mike, just get me in a room and I'll do the rest.
[Mike punches Walter in the face and he falls to the floor. Mike kicks Walter twice as he lies there]
[putting on his jacket and stepping over Walter] Thanks for the drink.
Oh, seriously? Where are you two going?
Jesse, I've been awake for like three straight days. Turning into a Sleestak.
So crash here. It's not like I ain't got the space.
Yeah, that's cool and all, but I think I got, like, this cat? Think I'm, like, supposed to feed it.
