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Walter White (Character)
from "Breaking Bad" (2008)

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"Breaking Bad: Pilot (#1.1)" (2008)
Walter H. White: I am... awake

Walter H. White: It's me. I'm alone.
Jesse Pinkman: How'd you find me?
Walter H. White: You're still in our filing system. So your aunt owns this place right?
Jesse Pinkman: I own it.
Walter H. White: No one's looking for you.
Jesse Pinkman: Why are you here?
Walter H. White: I was curious. Honestly, I never expected you to amount to much, but methamphetamine? I didn't picture that. There's a lot of money in it, huh?
Jesse Pinkman: I don't know what you're talking about.
Walter H. White: No?
Jesse Pinkman: Not a clue.
Walter H. White: "Cap'n Cook?" That's not you? Like I said, no one is looking for you.
Jesse Pinkman: Look, I don't know what you think you're doing here, Mr. White. I mean, if you're planning on giving me some bullshit about getting right with Jesus by turning myself in...
Walter H. White: Not really.
Jesse Pinkman: High school was a long time ago. You ain't "Welcome Back Kotter", so step off.
Walter H. White: No speeches. Short speech. You lost your partner today. What's his name - Emilio? Emilio is going to prison. The DEA took all your money, your lab. You got nothing. Square one. But you know the business and I know the chemistry. I'm thinking... maybe you and I could partner up.
Jesse Pinkman: You want to cook crystal meth? You and, uh... and me?
Walter H. White: That's right. Either that... or I turn you in.

Jesse Pinkman: Dude, this isn't even seven grand, all right? My guy wants 85.
Walter H. White: This is all the money I have in the world. You're a drug dealer. Negotiate.
Jesse Pinkman: You are not how I remember you from class. I mean, like, not at all.
Walter H. White: Yeah, well, I gotta go.
Jesse Pinkman: Wait. Wait. Hold up. Tell me why you're doing this. Seriously.
Walter H. White: Why do you do it?
Jesse Pinkman: Money, mainly.
Walter H. White: There you go.
Jesse Pinkman: Nah, come on, man. Some straight like you, giant stick up his ass all a sudden at age, what, 60, he's just gonna break bad?
Walter H. White: I'm 50.
Jesse Pinkman: It's weird, is all. Okay, it doesn't compute. Listen, if you've gone crazy or something, I mean, if you... If you've gone crazy, or depressed. I'm... I'm just saying. That... That's something I need to know about. Okay, I mean, that affects me.
Walter H. White: I am awake.
Jesse Pinkman: What?
Walter H. White: Buy the RV. We start tomorrow.

Walter H. White: Fuck you! And your eyebrows!
[knocks air fresheners off shelf]
Walter H. White: [grabs crotch] Wipe down this!

[first lines]
Walter H. White: My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico. 87104. To all law enforcement entities, this is not an admission of guilt. I am speaking to my family now.
[covers camera momentarily]
Walter H. White: Skyler, you are the love of my life, I hope you know that. Walter junior, you're my big man. There are... there are going to be some things, things that you'll come to learn about me in the next few days. I just want you to know that, no matter how it may look, I only had you in my heart. Goodbye.

Jesse Pinkman: Hey, what'd you do to them.
Walter H. White: Red phosphorus in the presence of moisture and accelerated by heat yields phosphorus hydride. Phosphine gas. One good wiff, and phewf...

[last lines]
Skyler White: [in bed] Whatever it is I'll tell you this, I do not like it when you don't talk to me. The worst thing you can do is shut me out.
Walter H. White: [jumps all over her]
Skyler White: Oh Walter, is that you?

Walter H. White: Chemistry is, well technically, chemistry is the study of matter. But I prefer to see it as the study of change.

Walter H. White: Here's you receipt and just hand this claiming disk to your car wash professional. Thank you, come again.

Walter H. White: Hank, How much money is that?
Hank Schrader: Ah, it's about seven-hundred grand, a pretty good haul.
Walter H. White: Wow... that's... unusual isn't it, that kind of cash?
Hank Schrader: Um it's not the most we ever took. It's easy money, till we catch ya.

Skyler White: Did you use the Mastercard last month... ah... 15.88 at Staples?
Walter H. White: Um... We needed printer paper.
Skyler White: Walt, the Matercard's the one we don't use.

Walter H. White: Volumetric flask is for general mixing and titration. You wouldn't apply heat to a volumetric flask. That's what a boiling flask is for. Did you learn nothing from my chemistry class?
Jesse Pinkman: No, you flunked me. Remember?

Dr. Belknap: You understood what I just said to you?
Walter H. White: Yes. Lung Cancer. Inoperable.
Dr. Belknap: I just need to make sure you fully understand.
Walter H. White: Best case scenario, with chemo, I'll live maybe another couple years...

Walter H. White: [Jesse falls from a window] Oh my God! Pinkman?

Walter White: Fuck you and your eyebrows!

"Breaking Bad: Say My Name (#5.7)" (2012)
Walter White: Now... Say my name.
Declan: [quietly] Heisenberg.
Walter White: You're goddamn right!

Declan: Who the hell are you?
Walter White: You know. You all know exactly who I am. Say my name.
Declan: Do what? I don't... I don't have a damn clue who the hell you are.
Walter White: Yeah, you do. I'm the cook. I'm the man who killed Gus Fring.
Declan: Bullshit. Cartel got Fring.
Walter White: Are you sure?
[Declan looks at Mike and Mike shakes his head]
Walter White: That's right. Now, say my name.
Declan: [quietly] Heisenberg.
Walter White: You're goddamn right.

Declan: Looks like you're about 1000 gallons light here, Mike. Where's the juice?
Walter White: The methylamine isn't coming.
Declan: Why is that? And who the hell are you?
Walter White: I'm the man who's keeping it.
Declan: [points at Walt and asks Mike] What the hell is this? We had an agreement, right? We got our deal. So, where's the tank, Mike?
Walter White: Mike doesn't know where it is. Only I do. And you're dealing with me now, not him.
Declan: Why don't you just cut to what it is you want, or what you think is gonna happen. 'Cause were gonna get what we came for.
Walter White: That 1000 gallons of methylamine is worth more in my hands than it is in yours or anyone else's for that matter. But I need distribution.
Declan: [chuckles] Distribution.
Walter White: That's right. So if you agree to give up your cook and sell my product instead, I'll give you 35% of the take.
Declan: 35%? Are you kidding me? 35... Mike, please tell me this is a joke. Do you know how far we had to stick our necks out to get our hands on this cash? And why the hell would we want you? You realize we have our own operation, right?
Walter White: I know all about your operation. My partners here tell me that you produce a meth that's 70% pure, if you're lucky. What I produce is 99.1% pure.
Declan: So?
Walter White: So... it's grade school tee-ball vs. The New York Yankees. Yours is just some tepid... off-brand, generic cola. What I'm making is classic Coke.
Declan: All right. Okay. So, um...
[clears throat]
Declan: If we just waste you right here, right now, and leave you in the desert then there is no more coke on the market, right? See how that works? There's only us.
Walter White: Do you really wanna live in a world without Coca-Cola?

Mike Ehrmantraut: All of this, falling apart like this, is on you.
Walter White: Wow.
Walter White: Wow! Oh, that's some kind of logic right there, Mike. You screw up, get yourself followed by the DEA, and now, suddenly, this is all my fault. Why don't you walk me through this, Mike?
Mike Ehrmantraut: We had a good thing, you stupid son of a bitch! We had Fring. We had a lab. We had everything we needed, and it all ran like clockwork. You could've shut your mouth, cooked and made as much money as you ever needed. It was perfect. But, no, you just had to blow it up. You and your pride and your ego! You just had to be the man. If you'd done your job, known your place, we'd all be fine right now.

Walter White: What have you got in your life? Nothing. Nobody. Oh, wait. Yes. Video games and go-carts.

Walter White: If you believe that there's a hell... I don't know if you're into that. But we're... we're already pretty much going there, right? But I'm not gonna lie down until I get there.

Walter White: Now that we're in control, no one else gets hurt.
Jesse Pinkman: You keep saying that, and it's bullshit every time!

Walter White: Look, Todd, I don't need you to be Antoine Lavoisier. Uh, what I do need is your full effort and attention. Listen and apply yourself. If you do that, we just might have a fighting chance here, okay?

Walter White: [throws bag of meth to Declan] My partner tells me that your crew switched to a P2P cook because of our success. You dye your meth with food colouring to make it look like mine. You already ape my product at every turn. But now... you have the opportunity to sell it yourself.
Declan: I need you to listen to me. We're not gonna give up this deal to become your errand boys. Do you understand? For what? To watch a bunch of junkies get a better high?
Walter White: A better high means customers pay more. A higher purity means a greater yield. That's 130 million dollars a profit that isn't being pissed away by some substandard cook. Now you listen to me. You've got the greatest meth cook in...
[points to Jesse]
Walter White: No, two of the greatest meth cooks in America right here. And with our skills, you'll earn more from that 35% than you ever will on your own.
Declan: Yeah. So you say. Just wondering why we're so lucky. Why cut us in?
Walter White: Mike is retiring from our crew. So his share of the partnership is for sale, if you can handle his end... Distribution. And if you give him the five million dollars of the 15 million that you brought today. Just think of it as a finder's fee for bringing us together. We have 40 pounds of product ready to ship, ready to go. The question is, are you ready?

"Breaking Bad: Felina (#5.16)" (2013)
Skyler White: You look terrible.
Walter White: Yeah. But I feel good.

Lydia Rodarte-Quayle: Is it done? Is he gone?
Walter White: Yeah, It's done. He's gone. They're all gone.
Lydia Rodarte-Quayle: Todd? Who is this?
Walter White: It's Walt. How are you feeling? Kind of under the weather, like you've got the flu? That would be the ricin I gave you, I slipped it into that Stevia crap you're always putting in your tea.
Lydia Rodarte-Quayle: Oh my God!
Walter White: Well, goodbye, Lydia.

[Walt is in Elliot's house, Elliot pulls a table knife on Walt]
Walter White: [visibly unamused] Elliot, if we're going to go that way, you'll need a bigger knife.

Walter White: [while Jesse has a gun pointed at him] Do it. You want this.
Jesse Pinkman: Say the words! Say YOU want this! Nothing happens until I hear you say it.
Walter White: I want this.
Jesse Pinkman: [notices blood visible from Walt's chest, drops the gun] Then do it yourself.

[Walter gave laser pointers to Badger and Skinny, to trick Gretchen and Elliot into thinking they were being watched by hit men]
Badger: You know, I don't exactly know how to feel about all this.
Skinny Pete: For real, yo; the whole thing felt kinda shady, you know, like, morality-wise.
Badger: Totally.
[Walter hands them a couple bundles of money]
Walter White: How do you feel now?
Skinny Pete: Better.
Badger: Yeah, definitely improving.

[Walter has just given Elliot and Gretchen $9.72 million in cash, to be given to Walter's son after Walter's death]
Elliott Schwartz: So what happens next?
Walter White: I guess we shake on it. And I leave.
[He shakes hand with Elliott and Gretchen]
Walter White: I can trust you to do this?
Elliott Schwartz: Yes. Absolutely you can.
[Walter turns to the window and signals to someone. Two laser dots appear on Gretchen and Elliot's chests, they gasp]
Walter White: Don't move. Don't dare move a muscle. You don't want them to think that you're trying to get away. Just breathe. Just this afternoon, I had an extra $200,000 that I would have loved dearly to leave on top of this table. Instead, I gave it to the two best hit men west of the Mississippi. Now, whatever happens to me tomorrow, they'll still be out there, keeping tabs. And if, for *any* reason, that my children do not get this money, a kind of... countdown will begin. Maybe a day or so later, maybe a week, a year, when you're going for a walk in Santa Fe or Manhattan or Prague, wherever. And you're... talking about your stock prices... without a worry in the world, and then suddenly, you'll hear the scrape of a footstep behind you, and before you can even turn around... pop!
[He pokes Elliott and Gretchen in the back of their necks, making them scream]
Walter White: Darkness.
[putting his arms around Elliott and Gretchen]
Walter White: Cheer up, beautiful people. This is where you get to make it right.

Walter White: Just get me home.
Walter White: Just get me home... I'll do the rest.

Skyler White: If I have to hear one more time that you did this for the family...
Walter White: I did it for me. I liked it. I was good at it. And... I was really... I was alive.

"Breaking Bad: Ozymandias (#5.14)" (2013)
Walter White: Pinkman. You still owe me.
Uncle Jack: If you can find him, we'll kill him.
Walter White: Found him.

Walter White: I watched Jane die. I was there. I watched her overdose and choke to death. I could have saved her. But I didn't.

Walter White: I told you, Skyler. I warned you for a solid year. You cross me, there will be consequences. What part of that didn't you understand?

Walter White: I've still got things left to do.

Walter White: You mark my words, Skyler. Toe the line, or you will wind up just like Hank.
Skyler White: Walt. Tell me what happened. Where is Hank? Please. We need to know.
Walter White: You're never gonna see Hank again. He crossed me. You think about that. Family or no. You let that sink in.

Walter White: And now you tell my son what I do after I've told you and told you to keep your damn mouth shut. You stupid bitch. How dare you?
Skyler White: I'm sorry.
Walter White: You, you have no right to discuss anything about what I do. Oh, what the hell do you know about it anyway? Nothing. I built this. Me. Me alone. Nobody else!

Walter White: What the hell is wrong with you? We are a family.

"Breaking Bad: Granite State (#5.15)" (2013)
Walter White: [to Ed] One of these days when you come up here, I'll be dead.

Ed: I will see you on, Let's see. Afternoon of the 15th.
Walter White: Stay a little longer?
Ed: Yeah, I got a long trip ahead of me.
Walter White: Two hours? I'll give you another $10,000. Please.

DEA Agent: DEA. Albuquerque District Office. How may I direct your call?
Walter White: I'd like to speak to the agent in charge of the Walter White investigation.
DEA Agent: Who may I say is calling?
Walter White: Walter White.

Walter White: Can you hear me? Do you understand?
Walter White, Jr.: You want to send me money?
Walter White: Yes.
Walter White, Jr.: You killed Uncle Hank! You killed him! No what you did to mom, you asshole! You killed Uncle Hank! Just shut up! Just stop it! I don't want anything from you! I don't give a shit! Just leave us alone, you asshole! Why are you still alive? Just die already, just die!
[hangs up]

Walter White: Yeah. Look, I have business to conduct.
Ed: Your business is your business. My business is keeping you out of custody. You are the target of a nationwide manhunt. Your face is all over TV. You are the hottest client I've ever had by far. That stands to reason you've gotta keep out of sight.
Walter White: And what's keeping me from walking out that gate?
Ed: Nothing. There's a little one horse town 8 miles down the hill. There's not a thing on God's green earth that I could do to stop you from going down there. All I'm saying is, if you leave this place, you will get caught. And I gotta tell you. If I found out you've left the reservation, I won't be coming back. That is for my own safety, you understand?
Walter White: Sure.

Walter White: You remember what I told you? It's not over until -
[succumbs to a paroxysm of coughing]
Saul Goodman: It's over.

"Breaking Bad: ...And the Bag's in the River (#1.3)" (2008)
Walter White: Let's break it down. Hydrogen. What does that give us?
Gretchen Schwartz: We're looking at 63%.
Walter White: Sixty-three, that is a big bite. My next step's gotta be oxygen.
Gretchen Schwartz: Oxygen, 26%.
Walter White: Twenty-six. There you have your water.
Gretchen Schwartz: Carbon, 9%.
Walter White: Carbon, 9.
Gretchen Schwartz: For a total of 98%.
Walter White: Right.
Gretchen Schwartz: Nitrogen, 1.25%.
Walter White: One-point-two-five.
Gretchen Schwartz: That brings you to 99 and a quarter. Which only leaves you with the trace elements down where the magic happens.
Walter White: Oh, wait a minute. What about calcium? Calcium's not a trace. Got a whole skeleton to account for.
Gretchen Schwartz: You would think, right? Calcium's only 0.25%.
Walter White: What? That low? Seriously? Damn, I never would've thought that. Okay, so where does iron fit in.
Gretchen Schwartz: Iron. 0.00004%
Walter White: What? You can't have hemoglobin without iron.
Gretchen Schwartz: Apparently, it don't take take much. No doubt. Go figure.
Walter White: Sodium.
Gretchen Schwartz: Sodium, 0.04%. Phosphorus, 0.19%.
Walter White: Point-one-nine. There we go. So the whole thing adds up to... 99.888042%. We are 0.111958%. Shy.
Gretchen Schwartz: Supposedly that's everything.
Walter White: Yeah? I don't know, it just... it seems like something's missing, doesn't it? There's got to be more to a human being than that.
Gretchen Schwartz: What about the soul?
Walter White: The soul? There's nothing but chemistry here.

Jesse Pinkman: Back off man, Jesus.
Walter White: We've got work to do.
Jesse Pinkman: No, no. You. you've got work to do. I did my part.
Walter White: You mean that obscenity that I spent the last two hour cleaning up? That is your contribution?
Jesse Pinkman: Yo kiss my pink ass man. I didn't ask for any of this. Alright how am I supposed to live here now huh? My whole house smells like toe cheese and dry cleaning.
Walter White: Because you didn't follow my instructions.
Jesse Pinkman: Oh, well heil Hitler bitch and let me tell you something else. We flipped a coin. OK, you and me. You and me. Coin flip is sacred. Your job is waiting for you in that basement, as per the coin. Fucking do it already.

Walter White: Skyler, there's something I have to tell you.

Krazy-8: Unlock me, Walter.
Walter White: [crying] The moment I do, are you going to stick me with that broken piece of plate?

Walter White: You didn't follow my instructions!
Jesse Pinkman: Oh well, heil Hitler, bitch!

Walter White: You didn't follow my instructions!
Jesse Pinkman: Oh Heil Hitler bitch!

"Breaking Bad: Crazy Handful of Nothin' (#1.6)" (2008)
Walt: Last time I checked, there was 16 ounces to a pound. What'd you do with the rest, smoke it?
Jesse Pinkman: Yo I been out there all night slangin' crystal. You think it's cake movin' a pound of meth, one teenth at a time?
Walt: So why you selling it in such small quantities? Why don't you just sell the whole pound at once?
Jesse Pinkman: To who? What do I look like? Scarface?
Walt: This is unacceptable. I am breaking the law here. This return is too little for the risk. I thought you'd be ready for another pound today.
Jesse Pinkman: You may know a lot about chemistry, man. But you don't know jack about slangin' dope.

Walter H. White: We have to move our production bulk wholesale now. How do we do that?
Jesse Pinkman: What do you mean? To, like, a distributor?
Walter H. White: Yes. Yes, that's what we need. We need a distributor now. Do you know anyone like that?
Jesse Pinkman: Yeah. I mean, I used to until you killed him.

Jesse Pinkman: [Walter comes out of the RV, hardly able to breathe and disoriented] Sit down get some air.
[He sits down, Jesse notices the mark on his chest]
Jesse Pinkman: When were you gonna tell me?
Walter H. White: Tell you what?
Jesse Pinkman: Cancer! You got it, right?
Walter H. White: [surprised] How did you know?
Jesse Pinkman: My aunt, had one those dots on her, to target the radiation. What is it, in your lung? I'm your partner man, you should have told me. That's not cool man, not at all. What stage are you?
Walter H. White: [feeling nauseated, clutching his stomach as he catches his breath] 3A.
Jesse Pinkman: [looking away] It's in your lymph nodes.
Walter H. White: [puts his glasses on and looks at Jesse] Your aunt... How bad was she when they caught it?
Jesse Pinkman: Bad enough, she didn't last long.
Walter H. White: How long?
Jesse Pinkman: Seven months.
[looks at Walt with sudden realization]
Jesse Pinkman: I get it now, that's why you're doing all this, you want to make some cash for your people before you check out.
Walter H. White: You got a problem with that?

Tuco Salamanca: What's your name?
Walt: Heisenberg.
Tuco Salamanca: Have a seat, Heisenberg.
Walt: I don't imagine I'll be here very long.
Tuco Salamanca: No? All right, be that way. It's your meeting. Why don't you start talking and tell me what you want?
Walt: $50,000.
Tuco Salamanca: [laughs] 50 G's! How do you figure that?
Walt: 35 for the pound of meth you stole and 15 for my partner's pain and suffering.
Tuco Salamanca: Partner...? Oh yeah. I remember that little bitch. So you must be daddy.
Tuco Salamanca: Let me get this straight: I steal your dope, I beat the piss out of your mule boy, and then you walk in here and bring me *more* meth?
Tuco Salamanca: That's a brilliant plan, ese.
No-Doze: Brilliant.
Walt: You got one part of that wrong.
[holds up a small packet]
Walt: This is not meth.
[Walt throws the packet to the floor. An explosion blows out the windows on the second floor, glass shattering down to the street]
Tuco Salamanca: [coughing] ARE YOU FUCKING NUTS?
Walt: [holds up a much larger packet] Want to find out?

Tuco Salamanca: That crystal that your partner brought me? It sold faster than ten-dollar ass in T.J. What say you bring me another pound next week?
Walter H. White: Money upfront.
Tuco Salamanca: All right, money upfront. Sometimes you got to rob to keep your riches. Just as long as we got an understanding.
Walter H. White: One pound is not gonna cut it. You have to take two.
Tuco Salamanca: Oralé.

Tuco Salamanca: [about Walter's explosive "meth"] Hey, what is that shit?
Walter H. White: Fulminated mercury. A little tweak of chemistry.

"Breaking Bad: Cat's in the Bag... (#1.2)" (2008)
Walter White: [after Jesse's ceiling caves in] I'm sorry, what were you asking me? Oh, yes, that stupid plastic container I asked you to buy. You see, hydrofluoric acid won't eat through plastic; it will however dissolve metal, rock, glass, ceramic. So there's that.

Walter White: After we finish cleaning up this mess... we will go our separate ways. Our paths will never cross and we will tell this to no one. Understood?
Jesse Pinkman: Oh, what I can talk now?

Walter White: I guess the only other fair way to go about this would be that one of us deals with the body situation while the other one of us deal with the Krazy-8 situation. In a scenario like this I don't suppose it is bad form to just... flip a coin. Heads or tails?
Jesse Pinkman: No, I'll do the body in the acid OK?
Walter White: Heads or tails?
Jesse Pinkman: Heads... heads.
Walter White: [flips coin, shows heads] Best two out of three?

Walter White: [Walt and Jesse are talking about what to do with Krazy-8. Walt thinks that he could reason with Krazy-8, so he asks Jesse] Do you think that he is capable of listening to reason?
Jesse Pinkman: What kind of reason? You mean like: "Hey, dear Krazy-8, hey, if I let you go, will you promise not to come back and waste my entire family? No Colombian neckties? You mean that kind of reason? Nah, man, I can't say as I have high fucking hopes where that's concerned.

Walter White: [to Skyler] Right now, what I need, is for you to climb down out of my ass. Can you do that? Will you do that for me honey? Will you please, just once, get off my ass? You know? I'd appreciate it. I really would.

"Breaking Bad: Over (#2.10)" (2009)
Walter H. White: [while shopping at the building supply center, Walt notices a cart full of meth supplies. The Tweeker who belongs to the cart puts boxes of wooden matches in the cart] You're buying the wrong matches. Those matches. They're the wrong kind. Red phosphorous is found in the striker strips, not the matches themselves. You need to get the big 200-count box of individual match books. More striker strips. You understand? Those only have the one. And don't buy everything in one place. Do it piecemeal. Different items, different stores. Attracts less attention. Hmm? You following me here?
[the Tweeker is so spooked that he abandons the cart and runs away]

Walter H. White: Stay out of my territory.

Walter H. White: Put... the bottle... down.

Walter H. White: Skyler, there's rot!

Walter H. White: [apologizing on phone to Skyler] I wanted to say that... I'm not exactly sure who that was yesterday... but it wasn't me.

"Breaking Bad: 4 Days Out (#2.9)" (2009)
Jesse Pinkman: Battery's dead.
Walter H. White: Jesse. Back when I asked you to put the keys in a safe place, where did you put them?
Jesse Pinkman: I left them right here. In the, um... the ignition.
Walter H. White: Son of a bitch!
Jesse Pinkman: Whoa whoa. No, this is not my fault, alright? The buzzer didn't buzz.
Walter H. White: The WHAT?
Jesse Pinkman: The buzzer! The buzzer that buzzes when you put the keys in. To like let you know that the battery's on. I know that! It didn't buzz. Look, I didn't turn the key or anything, alright? I'm not stupid. Did you hear the buzzer buzz? I did not... It's faulty, it's a faulty mechanism.
Walter H. White: Is this just a genetic thing with you? Is it congenital? Did your, did your mother drop you on your head when you were a baby?
Jesse Pinkman: THE BUZZER DID NOT BUZZ and you were the one that made me move the keys in the first place, REMEMBER?
Walter H. White: Yes, I see your point. Your imbecility being what it is, I should have known to say JESSE, DON'T LEAVE THE KEYS IN THE IGNITION THE ENTIRE TWO DAYS.
Jesse Pinkman: I wanted to leave them on the counter. BITCH. Oh, I'm sorry, oh, the "work station". Jesus.
Walter H. White: Okay, just... Alright so, we need to jump the battery somehow.
Jesse Pinkman: Okay. How?

Walter H. White: Jesse. Jesse. Your body is running dangerously low on electrolytes. Sodium, potassium, calcium. And when they're gone, your brain ceases to communicate with your muscles. Your lungs stop breathing. Your heart stops pumping. You go marching out there and within an hour you will be dead.
Jesse Pinkman: Okay. You need to cut out all your loser cry-baby crap RIGHT NOW and think of something SCIENTIFIC.
Walter H. White: Something scientific? Right.
Jesse Pinkman: What? Come on! Man, you're smart. You made poison out of beans, yo. Look, we got, we got an entire lab right here. Alright? How about you pick some of these chemicals and mix up some rocket fuel? That way you could just send up a signal flare. Or you make some kind of robot to get us help, or a homing device, or build a new battery, or... Wait. No. What if we just take some stuff off of the RV and build it into something completely different? You know, like a... Like a dune buggy. That way, we can just dune buggy or... What? Hey? What is it? What?
Walter H. White: [starts to get up]
Jesse Pinkman: What? Hey? What is it? What?
Walter H. White: Do you, do you have any money? Change, I mean. Coins.
Jesse Pinkman: Yeah, I got a bunch of them. From the...
Walter H. White: Okay.
Jesse Pinkman: YES!
Walter H. White: Gather them, and, and, and the washers and nuts and bolts and screws and whatever little pieces of metal we can think of that is galvanized. It has to be galvanized, or solid zinc.
Jesse Pinkman: Solid zinc, okay.
Walter H. White: And, and bring me, bring me brake pads. The front wheels should have discs. Take them off and bring them to me.
Jesse Pinkman: Alright, brake pads. Okay. What are we building?
Walter H. White: You said it yourself.
Jesse Pinkman: A robot?
Walter H. White: A battery. MOVE!

Walter H. White: You brought a meth lab to the airport?

Walter H. White: Smoking marijuana, eating Cheetos and masturbating do not constitute 'plans' in my book.

Walter White: You brought a meth lab to the airport?

"Breaking Bad: Buyout (#5.6)" (2012)
[last lines]
Mike Ehrmantraut: Is that true, Walter?
Walter White: Everybody wins.

Walter White: Jesse, you asked me if I was in the meth business or the money business. Neither. I'm in the empire business.

Jesse Pinkman, Walter White, Skyler White: [awkward silence]
Jesse Pinkman: So hey, how's business? The car wash? Mr. White says it's going really well. He says, like, you're great manager.
Skyler White: He did, huh?
Jesse Pinkman: Yeah he says you've got it running like a... Like a machine. Like, well-oiled. Yeah.
Skyler White: What else did he tell you about me?
Jesse Pinkman: Oh, you know. Just eh, just good stuff. Just really, you know, really good, good stuff. We don't really talk that much about, you know, personal things.
Skyler White: Did you also tell him about my affair?
Jesse Pinkman, Walter White, Skyler White: [awkward silence]
Skyler White: May I please be excused?
[leaves the room]
Walter White: You know my kids are gone?
Jesse Pinkman: Thank God.

Walter White: Jesse, have you heard of a company called "Gray Matter"?
Jesse Pinkman: No.
Walter White: Well, I co-founded it in grad school with a couple of friends of mine. Actually, I was the one who named it. And back then, it was just... oh, it was just small-time. We had a couple patents pending, but nothing earth-shattering. 'Course, we all knew the potential. Yeah, we were gonna take the world by storm. And then... This, uh... Well, something happened between the three of us. And I'm not gonna go into detail, but for personal reasons, I decided to leave the company and I sold my share to my two partners. I took a buyout for $5000. Now at the time, that was a lot of money for me. Care to guess what that company is worth now?
Jesse Pinkman: Millions?
Walter White: Billions. With a "b". Two point one-six billion as of last Friday. I look it up every week. And I sold my share, my potential, for $5000. I sold my kids' birthright for a few months' rent.

"Breaking Bad: Rabid Dog (#5.12)" (2013)
Walter White: Are you spying on me?
Skyler White: Yes, and I feel just awful about it.

Walter White: His buddies, Beaver and what's-his-name?
Kuby: Uh, Badger and Skinny Pete. Yeah, no, he's not with them.
Walter White: They could be covering for him.
Kuby: I posed as a meter reader. I put a bug in the tall kid's mom's place. For three hours straight, all he talked about was something called Babylon 5.

[last lines]
Walter White: Todd, I think I might have another job for your uncle.

Walter White: You're full of colorful metaphors, aren't you, Sal? Belize, Old Yeller. Just brimming with advice. Do not float that idea again.

"Breaking Bad: A No-Rough-Stuff-Type Deal (#1.7)" (2008)
Skyler White: [after intense sex in the car] Where did that come from? And why was it so damn good?
Walter White: Because it was illegal.

Jesse Pinkman: Four pounds? Four pounds? As if two pounds wasn't bad enough? We're talking two, three hundred boxes of sinus pills! There ain't that many smurfs in the world.
Walter White: We're not going to need pseudoephedrin. We're going to make phenyl acetone in a tube furnace, then we're going to use reductive animation to yield methamphetamine. Four pounds.
Jesse Pinkman: So, no pseudo?
Walter White: No pseudo.
Jesse Pinkman: So you do have a plan. Yeah, Mr. White! Yeah, science!

Jesse Pinkman: What's this stuff called again?
Walter White: Thermite.
Jesse Pinkman: And that'll cut through a lock? Because this is supposed to be one big-ass lock.
Walter White: In World War Two, the Germans had an artillery piece - it's the biggest in the world - called the Gustav Gun, and it weighed a thousand tons. And the Gustav was capable of firing a seven-ton shell and hitting a target, accurately, twenty-three miles away. I mean, you could drop bombs on it every day for a month without ever disabling it. But, drop a commando - one man - with just a bag of this, and he could melt right through four inches of solid steel and destroy that gun forever.
[He tosses the bag of thermite to Jesse, who flinches as he catches it]
Jesse Pinkman: Jeez!
Walter White: So yes, I think it will cut through any lock we're likely to find.

Tuco Salamanca: [about Walter and Jesse's latest batch of meth] What is this? It's blue.
Walter White: We used a different chemical process, but it is every bit as pure.
Jesse Pinkman: It may be blue, but it's the bomb.
Tuco Salamanca: [sniffs a sample and gasps] Tight, tight, tight! Oh... blue, yellow, pink! Whatever, man, just keep bringing me that!

"Breaking Bad: Blood Money (#5.9)" (2013)
Hank Schrader: It was you. All along it was you! You son of a bitch! You drove into traffic to keep me from that laundry!
Walter White: Calm down.
Hank Schrader: That call I got telling me Marie was in the hospital... that wasn't Pinkman. You had my cell number. You killed ten witnesses to save your sorry ass. You bombed a nursing home! Heisenberg... Heisenberg! You lying two-faced sack of shit!
Walter White: Hank... Look, I... I don't know where this is coming from, but just let...
Hank Schrader: I swear to Christ... I will put you under the jail.
Walter White: Just take a breath, okay? Just listen to yourself! These wild accusations, they could destroy our family - and for what?
Hank Schrader: Like you give a shit about family!
Walter White: Hank, my cancer is back.
Hank Schrader: Good. Rot, you son of a bitch.
Walter White: I'm sorry you feel this way. I want to beat this thing, I do. I'm back on chemo and I'm fighting like hell. But the truth is... in six months you won't have someone to prosecute. Even, even if somehow you were able to convince anyone that I was capable of doing these things. You and I both know I would never see the inside of a jail cell. I'm a dying man who runs a car wash. My right hand to God, that's all that I am. What's the point?
Hank Schrader: Have Skyler bring the kids here, and then we'll talk.
Walter White: That is not going to happen.
Hank Schrader: I don't know who you are... I don't even know who I'm talking to...
Walter White: If that's true... If you don't know who I am, then... maybe your best course would be to tread lightly.

Walter White: If that's true... if you don't know who I am... maybe your best course would be to tread lightly.

Walter White: If you don't know who you're talking to you better thread lightly.

Hank Schrader: I don't know who you are. I don't even know who I'm talking to.
Walter White: If that's true, if you don't know who I am... then maybe your best course would be to tread lightly.

"Breaking Bad: Peekaboo (#2.6)" (2009)
Gretchen Schwartz: 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.
Walter White: FUCK YOU!

Walter White: You know who might've done it?
Walter White, Jr.: I have no idea.
Walter White: Here's what I think: You ID them, and then together, you and I put a bag over their heads, we tie 'em up, drag them way out into the desert, strip 'em naked, bury them way up into their necks in a huge mound of fire ants. Saw it in an old western.

Gretchen Schwartz: Let me just get this straight - Elliot 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, or whatever. And then you tell your wife that in fact we are paying for your treatment, and against our knowledge and against our will you involve us in your lie. And you sit there and you tell me that it is none of my business?
Walter White: Yeah, that's pretty much the size of it.
Gretchen Schwartz: What happened to you? Really, what happened? Because this isn't you.
Walter White: [resentfully] And 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 chequebook around like some magic wand is going to make me forget how YOU and ELLIOT cut me loose!
Gretchen Schwartz: What? That can't be how you see it!
Walter White: It's my hard work, my research. And you and Elliot make millions off it!
Gretchen Schwartz: That cannot be how you see it.
Walter White: [sarcastically] That's beautifully done.
Gretchen Schwartz: You left...
Walter White: You are always the picture of innocence.
Gretchen Schwartz: You left me.
Walter White: The picture of innocence, sweetness and light.
Gretchen Schwartz: You left me! On the fourth of July weekend, you left me, you and my father and my brothers. I go up to your room and you're packing your bags, barely talking. Wha - what did I dream all that?
Walter White: That's your excuse? To build your little empire on *my* work?
Gretchen Schwartz: How can you you say that? You walked away, you abandoned us, me and Elliot!
Walter White: Little rich girl just adding to your millions!
Gretchen Schwartz: [completely stunned] I don't even know what to say to you. I-I don't even know where to begin. I feel so sorry for you, Walt.
Walter White: [extremely nasty] FUCK.YOU.

"Breaking Bad: Cancer Man (#1.4)" (2008)
Walter White: I have cancer, lung cancer. It's bad.

Walter White: You know I, I just think, that ah, things have a way of working themselves out.

Walter White: Hank? Need another beer?
Hank Schrader: Does the Pope shit in his hat?
Marie Schrader: You know, I don't think that he does, Hank. And I think everybody would like it if you'd stop saying that.

"Breaking Bad: Cornered (#4.6)" (2011)
Skyler White: Walt, please, let's both of us stop trying to justify this whole thing and admit you're in danger!
Walter White: Who are you talking to right now? Who is it you think you see? Do you know how much I make a year? I mean, even if I told you, you wouldn't believe it. Do you know what would happen if I suddenly decided to stop going into work? A business big enough that it could be listed on the NASDAQ goes belly up. Disappears! It ceases to exist without me. No, you clearly don't know who you're talking to, so let me clue you in. I am not in danger, Skyler. I am the danger. A guy opens his door and gets shot and you think that of me? No. I am the one who knocks!

Walter White: I am the one who knocks!

Skyler White: Walt, I've said it before, if you are in danger we go to the police...
Walter White: Oh, no. I don't want to hear about the police! I do not say that lightly!

"Breaking Bad: Better Call Saul (#2.8)" (2009)
Walter H. White: This only works if they're scared of you

Walter H. White: What are you offering me?
Saul Goodman: What did Tom Hagen do for Vito Corleone?
Walter H. White: I'm no Vito Corleone.
Saul Goodman: No Shit! Right now you're Fredo!

Walter White: I have spent my whole life scared. Frightened of things that could happen; might happen; might not happen. 50 years I've spent like that. Finding myself awake at 3am. But you know what? Ever since my diagnosis, I sleep just fine. I came to realize it's that fear is the worst of it, that's the real enemy. So, get up, get out in the real world and you kick that bastard as hard as you can, right in the teeth.

"Breaking Bad: Gray Matter (#1.5)" (2008)
Walter H. White: [during a family meeting about Walt's cancer treatment, during a tense fight amongst the family] Alright, I've got the talking pillow now... Okay?
[sits down with tears in his eyes]
Walter H. White: Look, we all in this room, we love each other. We want what's best for each other and I know that, I am very thankful for that. What I want... what I want, what I need... is a choice
Skyler White: What does that mean?
Walter H. White: [with tears in his eyes, very emotional] ... sometimes I feel like I never actually make, any of my own... choices. I mean, my entire life it just seems I never... had a real say about any of it. This last one, cancer, all I have left is how I choose to approach this.
Skyler White: [calmly] Well make the right choice, you are not the only one it affects. What about your son? Don't you want to see your daughter grow up? I just...
Walter H. White: [with tears in his eyes, very emotional] Of course I do, Skyler. You've read the statistics sheet, these doctors talking about surviving, one year, two years, like it's the only thing that matters. But what good is it to survive if I'm too sick to work, to enjoy a meal, to make love. For what time I have left, I want to live in my own house, I want to sleep in my own bed. I don't want to choke down 40 or 50 pills every single day, and lose my hair, lie around, too tired to get up, and so nauseated that I can't even move my head. You cleaning up after me. Me... me some um... some dead man, some artifically alive, just marking time... No. And that's how you would remember me. That's the worst part. So... that is my thought process, Skyler... I'm sorry, it's just I choose not to do it.

Walter H. White: What the hell did you say to Elliot?
Skyler White: What?
Walter H. White: You told him about the cancer didn't you? Didn't you? I can't believe it.
Skyler White: OK, we we're talking. He asked how you were doing and I am sorry but I don't have the best poker face these days where that's concerned. He knew something was wrong with you and he pressed me.
Walter H. White: He pressed you, come on.
Skyler White: Walt, when it came right down to it, I didn't know what else to do but tell him the truth.
Walter H. White: The truth? Well how about you just said 'He's fine' huh? You think maybe you could have just have said that? 'He's fine' and then it would have been done.
Skyler White: I don't like the way you're talking to me.
Walter H. White: I don't like the way you talk about my private affairs.
Skyler White: Oh.
Walter H. White: To people who are not even in our lives anymore.
Skyler White: What exactly did he say to you?
Walter H. White: He offered me a job.
Skyler White: What?
Walter H. White: Yes. Kinda like some fig leaf, ya know. Some face-saving bullshit that allowed me to generously accept his charity and then when I turned that down he flat out offered to pay for my treatment, which is exactly what you expected him to do didn't you?
Skyler White: Walt.
Walter H. White: Didn't you?
Skyler White: No.
Walter H. White: Come on.
Skyler White: I did not put him up. OK, what did you say? Walt?
Walter H. White: What do you think I said?
Skyler White: Why? Walt?

Walter H. White: These doctors, talking about "surviving". One year, two years, like it's the only thing that matters. But what good is to just survive when I'm too sick to work? To enjoy a meal? To make love?
[long pause]
Walter H. White: For what time I have left, I wanna live in my own house. I wanna sleep in my own bed. I don't wanna choke down thirty or forty pills and lose my hair, an lie around, too tired to get up, and so nauseated that I can't even move my head.
[looks at skyler]
Walter H. White: You cleaning up after me.
[starting to cry]
Walter H. White: Me, a... some dead man, some artificially alive... just marking time.
[to everyone]
Walter H. White: That's how you'd remember me, that's the worst part. So that, is my thought process Skyler. I'm sorry. It's just... I choose not to do it.

"Breaking Bad: One Minute (#3.7)" (2010)
Walter White: 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 Pinkman: I already did my time. Why don't you just get yourself a monkey?
Walter White: I don't want a monkey. I want you.
Jesse Pinkman: Oh, gee, thanks. Well, not interested. I got my own thing going on. And nice try saving your ass-hat brother-in-law.
Walter White: 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 dollars. Each.
Jesse Pinkman: No.
Walter White: I don't think you heard me.
Jesse Pinkman: I heard you fine. I said no.
Walter White: You understand this: you are turning down one and a half million dollars...
Jesse Pinkman: I am not turning down the money! I am 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!
[long pause]
Walter White: Your meth is good, Jesse. As good as mine.
[Walt leaves]

Walter White: So, what uh, what happens now?
Jesse Pinkman: 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's 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.

Walter White: Jesse, move on with your life. Leave it behind, all of it.
Jesse Pinkman: Nothing changes. Once I walk out of here, I get myself a new RV and go start cooking again.
Walter White: How, exactly, do you think you're going to get away with that? They will catch you.
Jesse Pinkman: So what? I've got a get out of jail free card.
Saul Goodman: Hey, I may have overstated the power of your face...
Jesse Pinkman: Not this. If the cops catch me, I give them what they want the most.
Jesse Pinkman: [turns to Walter] You. If they nab me, I make a deal to give up the great Heisenberg and his million dollar drug ring. You're my free pass, bitch.

"Breaking Bad: Fly (#3.10)" (2010)
Walter White: Look, I feel like I'm running out of ways to explain this to you, but once more I shall try. This fly is a major problem for us: It will ruin our batch, and we need to destroy it and every trace of it so we can cook. Failing that, we're dead. There's no more room for error, not with these people.

Jesse Pinkman: Dude, you scared the shit out of me. When you say it's contamination. I mean, I'm thinking like... an ebola leak or something.
Walter White: Ebola.
Jesse Pinkman: Yeah, it's a disease on the Discovery Channel where all your intestines sort of just slip right out of your butt.
Walter White: Thank you, I know what ebola is.

Walter White: I've been to my oncologist, Jesse. Just last week. I'm still in remission. I'm healthy.
Jesse Pinkman: That's good. Great.
Walter White: No end in sight.
Jesse Pinkman: That's great.
Walter White: No. I missed it. There was some perfect moment that passed me right by, but I had to have enough to leave them. That was the whole point. None of this makes any sense if I didn't have enough. And it had to be before she found out. Skyler. It had to be before that.
Jesse Pinkman: Perfect moment? For what? To drop dead? Are you saying you want to die?
Walter White: I'm saying that I lived too long. You want them to actually miss you. You want their memories of you to be... but she just won't... she just won't understand. I mean, no matter how well I explain it, these days she just has this... this... I mean, I truly believe there exists some combination of words. There must exist certain words in a certain specific order that can explain all of this, but with her I just can't ever seem to find them.
Jesse Pinkman: Mr. White, why don't you just sit down?
Walter White: You know, I was thinking before the fugue state, but during the fugue state I didn't have enough money, so no, not then. And plus my daughter wasn't born yet. It had to be after Holly was born.
Jesse Pinkman: Mr. White...
Walter White: Definitely before the surgery. Ah Christ, that damn second cell phone. I mean, how could I possibly?... Oh, I know the moment. It was the night Jane died. I was at home and we needed diapers and so I said I'd go, but it was just an excuse. Actually that was the night I brought you your money, remember?
Jesse Pinkman: Yeah. I remember.
Walter White: And afterward I stopped at a bar. It was odd, I never do that - go to a bar alone. I just walked in, sat down. I never told you.
Jesse Pinkman: You went to a bar?
Walter White: I sit down and this man, this stranger, he engages me in conversation. He's a complete stranger. But he turns out to be Jane's father, Donald Margolis.
Jesse Pinkman: What are you talking about?
Walter White: Of course I didn't know it at the time. I mean, he's just some guy in a bar. I just didn't put it together until after the crash when he was all over the news.
Jesse Pinkman: Jane's dad?
Walter White: Think of the odds. Once I tried to calculate them, but they're astronomical. I mean, think of the odds of me going in and sitting down that night, in that bar, next to that man.
Jesse Pinkman: What'd you talk about?
Walter White: Water on mars. Family.
Jesse Pinkman: What about family?
Walter White: I told him that I had a daughter and he told me he had one, too. And he said, "Never give up on family." And I didn't. I took his advice. My God, the universe is random, it's not inevitable, it's simple chaos. It's subatomic particles in endless, aimless collision. That's what science teaches us, but what does this say? What is it telling us that the very night that this man's daughter dies, it's me who is having a drink with him? I mean, how could that be random?
Jesse Pinkman: Hey, sit down.
Walter White: No, no, it's, uh... Oh, that was the moment. That night. I should never have left home. Never gone to your house. Maybe things would have... Oh, I was... I was at home watching TV. Some nature program about elephants... and Skyler and Holly were in another room. I can hear them on the baby monitor. She was singing a lullaby. Oh, if I had just lived right up to that moment... and not one second more. That would have been perfect.

"Breaking Bad: Half Measures (#3.12)" (2010)
Walter H. White: [to Jesse] Run!

Mike Ehrmantraut: I used to be a beat cop, a long time ago. I'd get called on domestic disputes all the time. Hundreds, probably, over the years. But there was this one guy, this one piece of shit that I will never forget. Gordie. He looked like Bo Svenson. You remember him? Walking Tall? You don't remember?
Walter H. White: No.
Mike Ehrmantraut: Anyway, big boy, 270, 280 but his wife or whatever she was, his lady was real small, like a bird. Wrists like little branches. Anyway, my partner and I'd get called out there every weekend and one of us would pull her aside and say: "Come on, tonight's the night we press charges." This wasn't one of those "deep down, he loves me" setups. We got a lot of those, but not this. This girl was scared. She wasn't gonna cross him, no way, no how. Nothing we could do but pass her to the EMT's, put him a car, drive him downtown, throw him in a drunk tank. He sleeps it off, next morning, out he goes. Back home. But one night my partner's out sick, and it's just me. The call comes in and it's the usual crap. Broke her nose in the shower kind of thing. So I cuff him, put him in the car and away we go. Only that night we're driving into town and this sideways asshole is in my back seat humming "Danny Boy." And it just rubbed me wrong. So instead of left, I go right, out into nowhere. And I kneel him down and I put my revolver in his mouth and I told him, "This is it. This is how it ends." And he's crying, going to the bathroom all over himself. Swearing to God he's gonna leave her alone. Screaming, much as you can with a gun in your mouth. And I told him to be quiet. That I needed to think about what I was gonna do here. And, of course, he got quiet goes still and real quiet. Like a dog waiting for dinner scraps. Then we just stood there for a while, me, acting like I'm thinking things over and Prince Charming kneeling in the dirt with shit in his pants. And after a few minutes, I took the gun out of his mouth and I say, "So help me, if you ever touch her again I will such and such and such, and blah, blah, blah."
Walter H. White: It was just a warning?
Mike Ehrmantraut: Of course. Just trying to do the right thing. But two weeks later he killed her. Of course. Caved her head in with the base of a Waring blender. We got there, there was so much blood you could taste the metal. Moral of the story is I chose a half measure when I should have gone all the way. I'll never make that mistake again. No more half measures, Walter.

Walter White: [to Jesse] Run.

"Breaking Bad: Full Measure (#3.13)" (2010)
Walter White: You said no half-measures.
Mike Ehrmantraut: Mmmmm yeah - Funny how words can be so open to interpretation.

Walter White: I'm gonna need some... some kind of assurance.
Mike Ehrmantraut: I assure you I can kill you from way over here, if it make you feel any better.

"Breaking Bad: End Times (#4.12)" (2011)
Skyler White: There's got to be another way.
Walter White: There isn't. There was. But now there isn't.

Walter White: I have lived under the threat of death for a year now. And because of that, I have made choices. Listen to me. I alone should suffer the consequences of those choices, no one else. And those consequences, they're coming. No more prolonging the inevitable.

"Breaking Bad: Negro Y Azul (#2.7)" (2009)
Walter White: Can this person identify you? Can she identify you being there?
Jesse Pinkman: She couldn't identify her left ass cheek.

Walter White: Who messes with the blowfish Jesse?
Jesse Pinkman: Nobody.
Walter White: You're damn right.
Jesse Pinkman: I'm a blowfish.
Walter White: You are a blowfish. Say it again.
Jesse Pinkman: I'm a blowfish.
Walter White: Say it like you mean it.
Jesse Pinkman: I'm a blowfish!
Walter White: Yeah you're a blowfish that's right!
Jesse Pinkman: Yeah! Blowfishin' this up.

"Breaking Bad: Dead Freight (#5.5)" (2012)
Mike Ehrmantraut: The woman put a hit out on me.
Walter White: Seriously?
Jesse Pinkman: Wait. A hit? What? Like the mafia?
Mike Ehrmantraut: Yeah, like the mafia.

Skyler White: Out burying bodies?
Walter White: Robbing a train.

"Breaking Bad: Abiquiu (#3.11)" (2010)
Gustavo 'Gus' Fring: You are a wealthy man now. And one must learn to be rich. To be poor, anyone can manage.
Walter White: What advice do you have for me?
Gustavo 'Gus' Fring: Never make the same mistake twice.

Jesse Pinkman: I accept who I am.
Walter White: And who are you?
Jesse Pinkman: I'm the bad guy.

"Breaking Bad: Crawl Space (#4.11)" (2011)
Walter White: I don't want to talk to you or anyone else about it. I'm done explaining myself.

Walter White: Look, I didn't do it.
Gustavo 'Gus' Fring: Yes, I know. DO it.

"Breaking Bad: Box Cutter (#4.1)" (2011)
Jesse Pinkman: At least we all understand each other now.
Walter White: What do you mean?
Jesse Pinkman: I mean, him and us, we get it.
[Makes cutting motion on his neck]
Jesse Pinkman: We're all on the same page.
Walter White: And what page is that?
Jesse Pinkman: The one that says if I can't kill you, you'll sure as shit wish you were dead.

Walter White: You kill me, you have nothing. You kill Jesse, you don't have me.

"Breaking Bad: To'hajiilee (#5.13)" (2013)
Walter White: Don't you know me by now?
Jesse Pinkman: I know you're a lying, evil scumbag... that's what I know.

Hank Schrader: Agent Gomez, shall we flip a coin for the honors?
Steven Gomez: No way, man. It's all yours.
Hank Schrader: Walter White... You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to speak to an attorney and have an attorrney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you at the government's expense. Do you understand these rights as I have just recited them to you?
Walter White: [Looks at Jesse] Coward!

"Breaking Bad: Caballo sin Nombre (#3.2)" (2010)
Skyler White: We have discussed everything we need to discuss... I thought I made myself very clear.
Walter White: I got dipping sticks!

Walter White: I can't be the bad guy.

"Breaking Bad: Open House (#4.3)" (2011)
Saul Goodman: You were smart to call me. Now you just sit back, relax and let a professional take over.
[his bodyguard knocks on the door]
Saul Goodman: That's for me. Excuse me.
[Saul opens the door, whispers]
Saul Goodman: What do you want? I'm in a meeting. Why didn't you think of that before, it's not my prob... I'm in a meeting!
Saul Goodman: [to the Whites] Can Huell use your bathroom?
Skyler White: Huell?
Walter White: Uh... sure, top of the stairs.
Saul Goodman: He'll be quick. It's a stomach thing. So where were we?
Skyler White: Professionalism.

Walter White: What, I am Nixon now?

"Breaking Bad: Bug (#4.9)" (2011)
Jesse Pinkman: Can you walk?
Walter White: Yeah.
Jesse Pinkman: Then get the fuck out and never come back.

Walter White: [Confronting Jesse over his failed attempt at poisoning Gus] Two hours and eighteen minutes and you couldn't figure out a way to give it to him?
Jesse Pinkman: He never left the room!
Walter White: Oh you lying little shit! You had one thing to do, one thing! That is the only thing, I might add, that might have save our lives. And you were right there, you were in his house! And you didn't have the guts to do it.
Jesse Pinkman: [suspiciously] Two hours and eighteen minutes?
Walter White: You had no intention of killing him, did you?
Jesse Pinkman: How did you know I was at his house last night? Were you following me?
Walter White: [Walt takes out the tracking device and throws it to Jesse] This. This is how I knew.
Jesse Pinkman: You bugged my car?
Walter White: 7:10 to 9:28 pm. Two hours and eighteen minutes but you had no intentions, did you? Not the slightest intention.
Jesse Pinkman: Everything that I have done for you...
Walter White: Oh!
Jesse Pinkman: You put a bug on MY car?
Walter White: I'm sorry, after everything you've done for me? What you've done for me? You've killed me is what you've done! You've signed my death warrant. And now you want advice? I'll give you advice: Go to Mexico and screw up like I know you will. And wind up in a barrel somewhere!
[Jesse angrily throws the device hard at Walt]

"Breaking Bad: Mandala (#2.11)" (2009)
Saul Goodman: How is your inventory?
Jesse Pinkman: 38 and some...
Saul Goodman: 38 what? Ounces? Grams?
Jesse Pinkman: Pounds.
Walter White: You said "make hay while the sun shines".
Saul Goodman: Guys, why the long faces? You're sitting in a gold mine.
Saul Goodman: A gold mine we cannot sell.

Walter White: What can I say, Jesse? Things have changed.
Jesse Pinkman: Oh, I know. We just got a guy killed.

"Breaking Bad: I See You (#3.8)" (2010)
Walter H. White: [On phone at hospital with Skyler looking on] Well yes, I will be sure and pass your best wishes on to everyone. Thank you and goodbye.
Jesse Pinkman: [On phone back at meth lab] Oh yeah. And tell that douche bag brother-in-law of yours to go towards the light.

"Breaking Bad: Buried (#5.10)" (2013)
Walter White: Hank knows. That's not nothing.
Saul Goodman: Have you given any thought to sending him out on a trip to Belize?
Walter White: Belize?
Saul Goodman: Yeah, Belize, you know where Mike went to.
Walter White: Saul, you'd better not be saying what I think you're saying. Hank is family!
Saul Goodman: I'm just throwing thoughts out there, this is a safe room.
Walter White: Jesus, send him to Belize. I'll send you to Belize.

"Breaking Bad: Bullet Points (#4.4)" (2011)
Walter White: How did everything get so screwed up?
Saul Goodman: Yeah, you do seem to have a little "shit creek" action going.
Saul Goodman: You know, FYI, you can buy a paddle.

"Breaking Bad: Confessions (#5.11)" (2013)
Walter White: My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico. 87104. This is my confession.

"Breaking Bad: Live Free or Die (#5.1)" (2012)
Saul Goodman: [Arguing with Walt] Beg, borrow or steal, I'm your huckleberry. I go the extra mile... Only you never told me the kid would wind up in the hospital! You know - take that thing and get outta here. You and me, we're done.
Walter White: We're done when I say we're done.

"Breaking Bad: Phoenix (#2.12)" (2009)
Donald Margolis: Well played. They found water on Mars.
Walter White: They have indeed.
Donald Margolis: Don't exactly know what to with that information, but, hey, God bless them, they found it.
Walter White: Oh, well, actually, they theoretically can separate the hydrogen from the oxygen and process that into providing fuel for man's space flights. Ostensibly, turning Mars into a giant gas station. So it's a... Yeah. We live in an amazing time.
Donald Margolis: To water on Mars.
Walter White: To water on Mars.
Donald Margolis: So, what did you have? Girl or boy?
Walter White: Oh. Little girl.
Donald Margolis: That's nice. Congratulations.
Walter White: Thank you.
Donald Margolis: I have a daughter.
Walter White: Yeah. How old?
Donald Margolis: Old enough to know better. Twenty-seven next month.
Walter White: Oh. You have other kids?
Donald Margolis: Just the one.
Walter White: I've got a 16 year old boy. Well, he's almost 16. Jeez. There's a spread, huh? But he helps out, though. He's even changing some diapers now, so. It's more than I managed to do when I was his age.
Donald Margolis: Kids today grow up faster. I think.
Walter White: Yeah, maybe so. So any advice? Having a daughter. Any advice?
Donald Margolis: Oh. No, not really. Just love them. Just... I mean, they... they are who they are.
Walter White: Yeah. I've got this... nephew. This nephew who is, I mean, he's an adult. But you can't infantilize them, you can't live their life for them. But still, I mean, there is that frustration. You know, that... God, that frustration that goes along with, you know: "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do know what is best for you, so listen." But of course, they don't. I mean, what do you do with someone like that?
Donald Margolis: Family.
Walter White: Yeah. Family...
Donald Margolis: You can't give up on them. Never. I mean, what else is there?

"Breaking Bad: Grilled (#2.2)" (2009)
Tuco Salamanca: Tell me what you did, Walter!
Jesse Pinkman: Jesus, I don't wanna die! NO!
Tuco Salamanca: TELL ME WHAT YOU DID!
Walter White: We tried to poison you. We tried to poison you because you are an insane, degenerate piece of filth and you deserve to die.

"Breaking Bad: Breakage (#2.5)" (2009)
Walter White: ...that leaves us with a total of two choices. We go into business with yet another homicidal lunatic... or you and I start - You selling whatever you can.
Jesse Pinkman: There's a third way.
Walter White: And what would that be?
Jesse Pinkman: We got to be Tuco.

"Breaking Bad: Sunset (#3.6)" (2010)
Walter White: I am the man that I am son, and there's plenty that I would change about that but, here we are and this is just what it is.

"Breaking Bad: Hazard Pay (#5.3)" (2012)
Saul Goodman: He's okay? He said he was gonna break my legs. And don't tell me he didn't mean it, okay? 'Cause he gave me the dead mackerel eyes. He meant it.
Walter White: Saul, Mike threatened me. He threatened Jesse. He probably threatened someone before breakfast this morning. It's what he does. Come on. Grow a pair.

"Breaking Bad: No Más (#3.1)" (2010)
Jesse Pinkman: You either run from things, or you face them, Mr. White.
Walter White: And what exactly does that mean?
Jesse Pinkman: I learned it in rehab. It's all about accepting who you really are. I accept who I am.
Walter White: And who are you?
Jesse Pinkman: I'm the bad guy.

"Breaking Bad: Bit by a Dead Bee (#2.3)" (2009)
Walter White: My wife is seven months pregnant with a baby we didn't intend. My fifteen-year old son has cerebral palsy. I am an extremely overqualified high school chemistry teacher. When I can work, I make $43,700 per year. I have watched all of my colleagues and friends surpass me in every way imaginable. And within eighteen months, I will be dead. And you ask why I ran?

"Breaking Bad: Seven Thirty-Seven (#2.1)" (2009)
Walter White: [Walt tries to figure how much they need to make for his family to be financially secure] Adjusting for inflation-a good state college-adjusting for inflation, say $45,000 dollars a year. Two kids, 4 years of college: $360,000 dollars; remaining mortgage on the home: $107,000; Home equity line: $30,000; That's $137,000. Costs of living: food, clothing, utilities: say, two-grand a month. That should put a dent in it anyway. 24K a year provide, for say, 10 years, that's $240,000 dollars, plus 360 plus 137: Seven-thirty-seven. $737,000 dollars, that's what I need. You and I both clear about 70 grand a week, that's only 10 1/2 more weeks call it, or eleven. Eleven, call it eleven more drug deals and always in a public place from now on. It's doable. Definitely doable.

"Breaking Bad: Fifty-One (#5.4)" (2012)
Walter White, Jr.: You're crazy! My car almost has 500 horsepower. It would totally smoke...
Walter White: Horsepower isn't everything. Don't you know that? You have to factor in drag and torque and suspension and weight of the car. And listen, one more factor that you're not thinking about... The experience of the driver. And I totally got you there. I got you there.
Walter White, Jr.: Please. Please. You drive... You drive like a geezer.
Walter White: Oh, I... Really? I drive like a gee... Tell me, can a geezer do donuts? I don't think so.
Walter White, Jr.: Bullshit you ever did donuts.

"Breaking Bad: Green Light (#3.4)" (2010)
Walter White: Walter:
Walter White: Great line of work, by the way. Real upstanding field.
Mike: Mike: Yeah, well, I enjoy it.

"Breaking Bad: Face Off (#4.13)" (2011)
Skyler White: What happened?
Walter White: I won.

"Breaking Bad: Down (#2.4)" (2009)
Jesse Pinkman: Yo, I get I shouldn't call, but I'm in a situation over here, and I need my money.
Walter H. White: I just gave you $600.
Jesse Pinkman: Yeah, and thanks, Daddy Warbucks, but that was before my housing situation went completely testicular on me, okay?