[looking at Gale's lab notes] Right here, here at the top, it says, "To W.W. My star, my perfect silence." "W.W." I mean, who do you figure that is, y'know? Woodrow Wilson? Willy Wonka? ...Walter White?
[sniffles] You're gonna kill him. Is this the part where I'm supposed to beg you not to do it? [puts hands together] Aw, please, please. [raises voice] And then what? I'm supposed to promise, cross my heart, to, like, straighten up and fly right or toe the line or some other crap that I'm not gonna say? Is that what your little show here was all about?
Now what if he puts and he goes after Jesse for the murder? He goes after him how? On his Rascal Scooter? [pause; clears his throats] That, perhaps, sounded insensitive. But if he goes after him, I'll sue his ass for police brutality, harassment, assault, and sixteen other things. Now, the history that those two have together being what it is, you got to figure your brother-in-law's smart enough not to go down that particular road. Goose egg, bupkis. That's what the cops got. I wouldn't worry about it.
Then what else should I not worry about, Saul, hm? Should I not worry that Gus plans to murder me at the first chance he gets? Should I not worry that my drug-addicted partner doesn't seem to care whether he lives or dies? You should see his house. It's like Skid Row! He has actual hobos living there! Now how long before Gus decides that he's too big of a risk? That guy Mike, that grunting dead-eyed cretin, sucker punching me in the face! I've got Gus wielding a box cutter! I mean... Western Union! Message received! Let me ask you, when did this stop being a business, hm? Why am I the only person capable of behaving in a professional manner?
I'm not even kidding, because if you really think about it, you can't even see it so how can you know just how bad radio frequencies and microwaves and cell phones and stuff are getting you. I mean, you can be strolling through security at the airport on your way to see your grandma and then you get waved through a full body x-ray scanner and the next day you can be dead or dying or at least dying from all the radiation that they say is safe which there's no way it could because they have to deliver a concentrated dose, okay? Enough to penetrate your clothes and so the accumulated amount can definitely be dangerous to susceptible individuals, especially if you're from a rural area. I mean, the ozone layer is already through because of the cow farts.
