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.
Walter H. White: Fuck you! And your eyebrows!
[knocks air fresheners off shelf]
Walter H. White: [grabs crotch] Wipe down this!
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: 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?
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.
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...
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: 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.
Walter H. White: [Jesse falls from a window] Oh my God! Pinkman?
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: Here's you receipt and just hand this claiming disk to your car wash professional. Thank you, come again.
Walter White, Jr.: I want real bacon. Not this fake crap.
Skyler White: Too bad. Eat it.
Walter White, Jr.: [makes "phew" sound] This smells like Band-Aids.
Skyler White: Eat. It.