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... or I turn you in.
Jesse Pinkman: Dude this isn't even seven grand alright, my guy wants eighty-five.
Walter H. White: This is all the money I have in the world. You're a drug dealer... negotiate.
Jesse Pinkman: Y-Y-You are not how I remember you from class, I mean like not at all.
Walter H. White: I gotta go.
Jesse Pinkman: Wait wait hold on. Tell me why you are 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 of a sudden at age what 60 he's just going to break bad.
Walter H. White: Fifty.
Jesse Pinkman: It's weird is all okay it... it doesn't compute. Listen if you've gone crazy or something. I mean if you've if-if-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 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!
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...