[to Skyler] Our son doesn't know who Boz Scaggs is. We have failed as parents.
S2 E4Down
[Movers are taking away Jesse's things]
Hey, hey! What the hell, yo?! I thought this was just a wake-up call!
We are putting it in storage. When you decide to grow up, you can have it back.
No, why don't you grow up, mom? Ginny wanted me here! Alright, I was the one who took care of her. Alright, I took her to her appointments and made her lunch everyday. I earned this!
You did not make her lunch everyday.
What'd you do, huh? She's lying there dying, and where the hell are you?
Don't start with me.
And now what? You decided to, oh I don't know, make your eldest son homeless?! Wow, great family, mom!
[Mrs. Pinkman slaps Jesse]
Why are you like this?! Why?! [pause] You have two sets of keys and the padlock to the garage. Leave them on the kitchen counter when you leave.
No, mom, mom, mom! Hey, where am I supposed to go?
I don't know, sweetheart. But please, turn your life around.
Yeah, yeah, this is gonna help big time with that! BITCH!
[Walter picks up the phone]
White residence.
Yo, it's me. Is this a good time?
...What part of "no contact" didn't you understand?!
I know, but there's a problem.
I don't care. We agreed [Skyler walks by] ...no amount of pay-per-view channels is going to make a difference! Honey, we're happy with our cable provider, right? Yep, we're happy! [Walter quickly hangs up]
...
What?!
Yo, I get that I shouldn't call, but I'm in a situation over here and I need my money.
I just gave you $600!
Yeah, and thanks, Daddy Warbucks, but that was before my housing situation went completely testicular on me, okay?!
You smoked the entire 600, didn't you?
What? No!
Yes!
No!
Look, Jesse. Your problems are just that: Your problems. No contact! Do not call here ever! When the moment is right, I will call—
Mr. White, you're not listening—
No, no, no! [hangs up]
They're kicking me out of my house!
Okay, don't talk, Walt! Shut up and say something that isn't complete bullshit! You want to know what you have to do? You have to tell me what's really going on right now – today. No more excuses, no more apologies, no more of these... these obvious desperate breakfasts! You don't wanna lose contact with me, Walt? Good. Then tell me. Now.
[long pause] Tell you what?
[Walter sees Jesse's RV parked in front of his house]
What the f...?
[Walter knocks on the door and Jesse lets him in]
Yo, I'm really sorry, okay?
What is wrong with you? Why are you blue? Aw, Jesus...
Long story. Let's just say it starts with my parents being greedy kleptomaniac douchebags.
Are you actually this stupid...
No, look, I know this isn't an optimal situation.
...to come to my house, and park on my street, driving this vehicle?! I mean, what the hell is wrong with you?! I'm really asking!
Nothing. I'm sorry, I just—
What if Skyler had seen you, huh? What then? What was the plan then, genius? Hm?
I don't know.
You don't know. You know why you don't know? Because you don't think! That's why! You don't think! You never figured out how to think, did you, big man?!
Hey, I said I was sorry, alright? I just need my half of the money and I'll go!
Your half? There is no your half of the money! There is only my all of it, do you understand?! Why–Why should I be penalized because of your sloppiness?! [pushes Jesse]
Look, that is completely uncool, alright? We agreed 50/50, partners!
Partners in what? What exactly do you do here, I've been meaning to ask. Because I'm the producer, right? I cook. But from what I can tell, you are just a drug addict! You are a pathetic junkie too stupid to understand and follow simple rudimentary instructions! Too stupid to—
[Jesse grabs Walter by the head and shoves him into the wall. The two struggle. Jesse pushes Walter to the ground and starts to strangle him. He lifts his fist up to punch Walter.]
...Do it.
[Jesse lowers his fist and collapses next to Walter, both exhausted]
S2 E5Breakage
So things are quiet, y'know? Not a lot of crystal on the streets right now.
Good.
Of course, that's not gonna last. I'm waiting to see who's gonna rally the roaches now that his turf is up for grabs.
No takers so far?
Well, we keep hearing a name. Heisenberg. Lately pretty much every dimebagger we come across.
Heisenberg?
Yeah, I know. Maybe it's a tweaker urban legend. Still, somebody somewhere is cooking that big blue we keep finding.
I got profile now, yo. Don't you get that? DEA's up my ass. [takes a sip of his beer] No, I'm not exposing myself to that level of risk for chump change. No way.
[in a calm tone] Then what do you suggest we do? I don't think either of us are eager to jump into bed with another Tuco.
Tuco? No, man... No more Tuco. I got bills, man.
[squints eyes at Jesse] You've got bills?
Rent, yo. Responsibilities and whatnot. I've already lost more than I've made and I am tired of dicking around out here. [takes another sip of his beer]
You wanna know how much I've got left? After completing my first round of treatment and financing the world's most expensive alibi? Zero. Zip. Nothing.
We got to be Tuco. Alright, cut out the middle man, run our own game.
So you're going to what? Snort meth off a bowie knife? You're gonna beat your homies to death when they "diss" you?
Look, I know some guys, alright? I can create a network. Look, we control production and distribution. That way we stay off the front lines while moving some serious glass. I mean, the point here is to make money, right? Sky high stacks!
No.
No? That's not the point?
No, I am not willing to do that!
Who said anything about you?
I don't vote for this plan. I'm not comfortable bringing in unknown entities into our operation.
Yeah? Well, you don't get to vote.
I beg your pardon? This is a partnership, remember?
I remember, oh, I remember. That you cook, I sell. That was the division of labor when we started all this. And that's exactly how we should have kept it! 'Cause I sure as hell didn't find myself locked in a trunk or on my knees with a GUN to my head before your greedy old ass came along, alright?
Alright, I will admit to a bit of a learning curve.
Oh-ho!
And perhaps I was overly ambitious. In any case, it's not gonna happen that way anymore.
Yeah, damn straight. Know why? 'Cause we do things my way this time or I walk! You need me more than I need you... Walt.
Yeah. Hell yeah. Kick ass and take names.
[Jesse and Walter meet after Skinny Pete gets robbed]
[hands Walter a paper bag] Your half. 15K, that's what I'm talking about. [Walter scowls at Jesse] Uh, you're welcome? Jesus!
Help me understand the math, okay? I gave you one pound, correct? You and I split $2,000 per ounce, $1,000 each. One pound - that's sixteen ounces. Sixteen ounces should net to me $16,000. Sixteen, not fifteen.
[quietly] Something came up.
"Something came up?"
One of my guys got held up by a couple junkies... lost an ounce. But it's cool, okay? Skinny Pete's cool.
Oh-ho! So you're saying that your guy got robbed–or rather, you got robbed–but, it doesn't matter. Hm?
Dude, it's called breakage, okay? Like Kmart, shit breaks.
And you're thinking this is acceptable?
It's the cost of business, yo! You're sweating me over a grand?
Hey, look, I'm just the chemist here! I'm not the street guy, yo... but it seems to me that what you call breakage is just you making a fool of yourself. I've got another technical term for you: Non-sustainable business model.
You're focusing on the negative. Six grand a day, we're making. What's your problem?
What happens when word gets out, and it's open season on these clowns you've hired, hm? Once everyone knows, that Jesse Pinkman, drug lord, can be robbed with impunity?
Man, come on—
You think Tuco had breakage? I guess it's true, he did... he broke bones. He broke the skull of anybody who tried to rip him off.
You want another grand? Is that it?
That's not my point.
Take it! Here!
[Jesse throws the money into Walter's car. Walter throws it back]
Look, you got fifteen thousand you didn't have yesterday! Hey, we're making bank! Shit happens! My guys get what they're up against, and they're careful. So am I, and you're all tucked in at night with your precious family. So why don't you just stop being such a freak about everything?
S2 E6Peekaboo
You got something for me?
Yeah, I found 'em.
[Skinny Pete hands Jesse a piece of paper]
Is this a five or an S?
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.
Okay. So they got names?
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—
Did I say that?
'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?
SSpooge
Yeah.
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 left.
You are always the picture of innocence.
You left me.
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.
Fuck you.
You have a good rest of your life, kid.
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