Breaking Bad Season 3 quotes

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.

Walter

You're a fine chemist, really. With a promising future. It's just that... that I–that we–just have different rhythms, Gale. You see, it's as if I'm classical, but you are more... jazz.

Jazz?

Walter

Jazz, yes. And God knows there is nothing wrong with jazz. It's simply that I require...

Classical.

Walter

Exactly.

Jesse

Oh, shit! Man, this is the bomb! [to Walter] What's up, partner?! Oh, I can't believe it!

This is my replacement?

Jesse

Oh, Jesus!

Hi, I'm Gale. Nice to meet you.

Jesse

'Sup? [to Walter] Man, we should have ditched that RV months ago. It's all, like, shiny up in here.

I'm sorry, I must be missing something. I don't mean... I don't mean to be... This makes no sense.

Walter

So, I guess this is...

Jesse

Oh, dear mother of God!

Walter

...This is for the best.

Jesse

Hey, tell your douchebag brother-in-law to head towards the light.

Walter

Let me ask you something, do you remember when we were out in the desert with Tuco?

Jesse

Oh, you mean when he put a machine gun to my head? Yeah, I think that does ring a tiny bell.

I skimmed through it. Looks interesting.

Walter Jr.

Yeah. Uncle Hank gave it to me.

Well, what's it about?

Walter Jr.

Pablo Escobar, this big drug guy in the '80s.

Yeah. Yeah, I remember seeing him on the news.

Walter Jr.

Well, it's more about the guys who investigated him and tried to bring him down. Some of them were DEA, you know? Uncle Hank said that they were worth learning about. That everybody knows who Pablo Escobar is but nobody knows about the guys that brought him down.

I guess I never thought about it.

Walter Jr.

He said that good guys never get ink like the bad guys do.

Walter

You knew. You knew my brother-in-law was with the DEA.

Gus

I investigate everyone with whom I do business. What careful man wouldn't?

Walter

He is not a problem for us or our business, but your being here... is this some sort of message?

Gus

I'm supporting my community. I hide in plain sight, same as you. Are we done?

Walter

No, listen, I, uh... This attack on my brother-in-law, I don't understand it, I don't know what it means. Please, if you may have some knowledge that you can share with me. I fear for my family.

Gus

I'm sure they'll be fine. I am told the assassin that survived is gravely injured. It's doubtful he'll live. Now thank me and shake my hand.

Gus

Yes, Juan?

I assume you heard the news.

Gus

Your man died. I heard. It's unfortunate.

Yeah, unfortunate. And meanwhile I have federales surrounding my house. You know what I think, Gustavo? I think you're behind all this.

Gus

Why would I do this? How would it serve me?

That's the part that I'm trying to figure out. Go off on your own, maybe? You actually think that would work?

Gus

Juan, you sound like you're under a lot of stress. Maybe you should call me back when you're seeing things more clearly.

I see things clear enough. One DEA gets shot, all of Washington starts barking. The DF suddenly has to put on a big show and I wind up with federales in my rose bushes. And just for a while, appearances, politics... Are you still there, Gustavo?

Gus

Yes, I'm here.

I'll weather this. I always do. My brother is a police chief. I got connections. They'll get me through. And when I get proof and the others find out what you've done, maybe we come pay you a visit. Maybe—

Jesse

[vaguely describing his work in Gus' secret meth lab to his rehab group] Been working a lot... It's in a laundromat, it's totally corporate... It's like rigid, all kinds of red tape, my boss is a dick, the owner, super dick. Don't know if we're ever going to meet him, everybody's scared of the dude. Place is full of dead-eyed douchebags, the hours suck, and nobody knows what's going on.

Walter

My brother-in-law, moments before he was attacked, someone called to warn him. I believe that same person was protecting me. Those two men–the assassins–I believe I was their prime target, but that somehow they were steered away from me to my brother-in-law. Because of this intervention, I am alive, and yet, I think that this person was playing a much deeper game. He made that phone call because he wanted a shootout, not a silent assassination. In one stroke, he bloodied both sides, set the American and Mexican governments against the cartel, and cut off the supply of methamphetamine to the Southwest. If this man had his own source of product on this side of the border, he would have the market to himself. The rewards would be enormous. We're both adults. I can't pretend I don't know that person is you. I want there to be no confusion. I know I owe you my life, and more than that, I respect the strategy. In your position, I would have done the same. One issue which troubles me: I don't know what happens when our three month contract ends.

Gus

What would you like, then?

Walter

You know why I do this. I want security for my family.

Gus

Then you have it. Three million for three months, that was our agreement. Extended annually, twelve million a year. Call it fifteen. Open ended. Would that be agreeable?

Saul

Humor me here for a second. Now, you know you need to launder your money, right? Do you understand the basics of it: Placement, layering, integration?

Jesse

I ain't buying no damn nail salon, so just forget it.

Saul

You want to stay out of jail, don't ya? I mean, you want to keep your money and your freedom. 'Cause I got three little letters for ya, IRS; if they can get Capone, they can get you. Hey, look. [picks up a nail polish bottle] Here's you, right? Pink—Pinkman, get it? [picks up cotton balls] Here's your cash. You're out on the town, yeah? You're partying hardy, you're knockin' boots with the chicky babes and oh, who's this? [picks up paddle] It's the taxman, and he's looking at you. Now, what does he see? He sees a young fella with a big fancy house, unlimited cash supply and no job. Now what is the conclusion the taxman makes?

Jesse

I'm a drug dealer.

Saul

[buzzer sound] Wrong! Million times worse–you're a tax cheat! What do they do? They take every penny, and you go in the can [tosses nail polish into the trash] for felony tax evasion. Ouch! What was your mistake? You didn't launder your money! Now, you give me your money, okay? That's called placement. Hand me that little thing- bin. [Jesse grabs a jar of Q-Tips and hands it to Saul] This is the nail salon, right? I take your dirty money... [opens the jar and puts the cotton balls in] and I slip it into the salon's nice, clean cash flow. That's called layering. Final step: Integration. The revenues from the salon go to the owner–that's you! [empties the jar onto the armrest] Your filthy drug money has been transformed into nice, clean, taxable income, brought to you by a savvy investment in a thriving business.

Jesse

So you want me to buy this place so I can pay taxes? I'm a criminal, yo.

Saul

Yeah, and if you want to stay a criminal and not become, say, a convict, then maybe you should grow up and listen to your lawyer.

Jesse

Right. So you can get your five percent.

Saul

No, that's seventeen percent.

Jesse

I heard you say five! You said it right in front of me.

Saul

Yeah, that was for your partner. It's privileges of seniority and all. But for you, it's the usual: Seventeen percent, and that's a bargain.

Jesse

What's the point of being an outlaw when you got responsibilities?

Badger

Darth Vader had responsibilities. He was responsible for the Death Star.

Skinny Pete

True that. Two of them bitches.