Breaking Bad quotes

Walter

A month ago, Gus was trying to kill both of us, and now he pulls you out of the lab and employs you as... what? An assistant gunman? A tough guy? Does that make any sense to you? He says he sees something in you. What kind of game is he playing? Does he think you're that naïve? He can't truly think that you'd forget. Let alone Gale, let alone Victor, and all the horror that goes along with all of that, what about this girlfriend of yours? And her little brother? I mean, the man looked you straight in the eye and told you no more children, but that very night, that little boy... he just, he winds up... I mean, Gus can't possibly think that you'd forget that. All I'm saying is that is it possible that he would think that you're that weak-willed...

Jesse

Drop the sales pitch. I'll do it.

Walter

You'll do what?

Jesse

I'll kill him. First chance I get.

Jesse

What is this? I mean, you're giving me a gun and now I'm like part of the team or whatever? He says he sees something in me. Like what?

Mike

If I had to put it in a word, I'd guess loyalty.

Jesse

Loyalty.

Mike

Only maybe you got it for the wrong guy.

Jesse

The thing is, if you just do stuff and nothing happens, what's it all mean? What's the point? Oh, right. This whole thing is about self-acceptance.

Kicking the hell out of yourself doesn't give meaning to anything.

Jesse

So I should stop judging and accept?

It's a start.

Jesse

So no matter what I do, hooray for me because I'm a great guy? It's all good? No matter how many dogs I kill, I just, what, do an inventory and accept? I mean, you backed your truck over your own kid and you, like, accept?! What a load of crap!

Hey, Jesse, I know you're in pain...

Jesse

No, you know what, why I'm here in the first place, is to sell you meth! You're nothing to me but customers! I made you my bitch! You okay with that? Huh? You accept?

No.

Jesse

About time.

Hank

I mean, what do we know about Gustavo Fring, huh? This whole friend of law enforcement thing? Could be a case of keep your friends close, but your enemies closer. I mean, he's got the money to finance this operation, maybe he's got the connections, too. Maybe–just maybe–he's our guy.

Hank, no offense, but I think you're really reaching.

If your guy had his meeting at KFC, you wouldn't immediately assume that he's sitting down with Colonel Sanders.

Hank

You know, I couldn't agree more, guys. Gustavo Fring, blue meth... Whole thing is off-the-map nuts. I ought to be wearing a tinfoil hat, you know? Except I can't seem to wrap my mind around this one little thing, and that is, what are Gustavo Fring's fingerprints doing in Gale Boetticher's apartment?

One of the suspected gunmen died at the scene. The second succumbed to his wounds earlier this evening at an area hospital. Agents with the DEA and FBI, in conjunction with APD Homicide are working with Mexican law enforcement in an attempt to identify the deceased suspects. Both—

Gus

I can give you the highlights. Your nephews grew impatient. They continued to press me for my permission to kill Walter White. When I wouldn't give it, they settled instead for DEA Agent Schrader. But a phone call was placed to Agent Schrader moments before the attack, thus giving him the upper hand. Marco, shot in the face and died instantly. Leonel lingered for several hours. The warning call to the DEA agent... Juan Bolsa may have some insight into who placed it. For yesterday the federales raided his hacienda, and in the confusion, Juan was shot dead. An accident, perhaps? A mistake made by his own men? But we may never know. At any rate, I thought you should hear it from me. [pats a furious Hector on the leg and stands up to leave] This is what comes of blood for blood, Hector. Sangre por sangre.

It's like what they say: Man plans and God laughs.

Walter

That is such bullshit.

Excuse me?

Walter

Never give up control. Live life on your own terms.

Yeah, no, I get what you're saying, but uh, cancer is cancer.

Walter

To hell with your cancer. I've been living with cancer for the better part of a year. Right from the start, it's a death sentence. That's what they keep telling me. Well, guess what? Every life comes with a death sentence. So every few months I come in here for my regular scan, knowing full well that one of these times–hell, maybe even today–I'm gonna hear some bad news. But until then, who's in charge? Me. That's how I live my life.

Hank

Officially, Fring's not a suspect. But I'm telling ya, something deep down says he's my guy. Just gotta prove it.

Jesse

So, what if this is like math or algebra? And you add a plus douchebag to a minus douchebag, and you get, like, zero douchebags?

Walter

I've got some math for you: Hank catching Gus equals Hank catching us!

Hank

So, what do ya say, buddy? Got another field trip in ya?

Walter

[feigning illness] Uh, Hank, uh, I mean, it sounds great, really does, but y'know, I won't lie, you caught me somewhat... indisposed.

Hank

What do ya mean, like, taking a dump indisposed?

Walter

Yeah, that's... embarrassingly, that's it. Y'know, it's just upset stomach and everything. It's out of control... really explosive. Bad Tex-Mex at the mall.

Hank

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it, you don't have to paint me a picture. Probably one guy in a diaper is enough for this trip anyway.

Walter

Should I even ask?

Mike

I wouldn't.

Walter

So, what? Is this going to be a regular thing now? Meth cooking and corpse disposal? Jesus...

Mike

Just grab us a spare barrel, Walter.

Walter

What was it this time? What did this poor bastard do to piss off Gus? Or did Gus just need to send another message?

Mike

Shut your mouth! You shut your mouth or I'll shut it for you. I don't want you talking to me or Jesse. Just get the barrel. And if you ever plan on calling the cops on one of my guys again, you go ahead and get two barrels.

Skyler

Oh, I am so sorry I am late! I got lost. Hey, Ted.

Sky?

Skyler

Whew, this building is so confusing! There are doors everywhere! Hi, you are?

Special Agent James Picarus.

Skyler

Ooh, special.

Jesse

What am I doing here?

Gus

I know you have concerns. What happened yesterday to my man at the farm, it was a terrible thing.

Jesse

Oh, the dude getting his head blown off? Yeah.

Gus

I have invited you into my home, prepared food, so we could sit and talk. Discuss what's going on in this business. Our business. Like men. And I will explain everything that's happening. I will answer your questions. But first, I need you to answer one question for me: Can you cook Walter's formula?

Jesse

What?

Gus

Walter's formula. Can you produce this product without any help alone?

Jesse

No. Why? You asking me if I can cook Mr. White's crystal without him? Me? The junkie loser you were about to waste and dump in the desert a month ago? This your plan, huh? Invite me to your house and make whatever the fuck this is? Be my buddy and make me feel important? Then get me to keep cooking for you after you kill Mr. White? You wanna talk like men? Let's talk like men: You kill Mr. White, you're gonna have to kill me, too!

Gus

That is not what I asked you. You are here because circumstances with the cartel are untenable and I need your help. I need you to help prevent an all-out war. Now, if you would answer the question. Can you cook Walter's formula?

[in Spanish] This is ridiculous. I'm not letting some infant who can't even synthesize phenylacetic acid teach me my business.

Jesse

[to Gus] Tell this asshole if he wants to learn how to make my product he's got to do it my way. The right way.

[walks up to Jesse] I speak English.

Jesse

So you understand what "asshole" means. Now go get me my phenylacetic acid, asshole.

Who do you think you are?

Jesse

[gets in Benicio's face] I’m the guy your boss brought here to show you how it’s done. And if this is how you run your lab, no wonder. You are lucky he hasn’t fired your ass. Now, if you don’t want that to happen, I suggest you stop whining like a little bitch and do what I say.

[in Spanish] Clean up.

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?

Jesse

What is this shit? I don't get a vote? I'm supposed to just stay down here forever?

Mike

I promise you this: Either we're all going home or none of us are. Now settle down.