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: 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.
Krazy-8: Unlock me, Walter.
Walter White: [crying] The moment I do, are you going to stick me with that broken piece of plate?
Jesse Pinkman: Yo, yo, yo! 1-4-8-3 to the 3 to the 6 to the 9. representin' the ABQ. What up, Biatch? Leave at the tone.
Walter White: Skyler, there's something I have to tell you.
Krazy-8: Walter, I don't know what you think you're doing here, but trust me, this line of work doesn't suit you.
Hank Schrader: So, why did the little hair-gel shit leave his car? Aye yi yi, Gomey. It's a culture in decline.
Steven Gomez: It's a rich and vibrant culture.
Hank Schrader: It's a car that jumps up and down. What the hell, you people used to be conquistadors for Christ sake. Smells like a Drakkar Noir factory in here.
Steven Gomez: I already searched it.
Hank Schrader: Yeah.
Steven Gomez: You're wasting your time. Give it up. If this here is a trap car, it's going to take more than your dumb white ass to find it.
Hank Schrader: Oh yeah? You are talking to the trap car master my friend. I'm rain man counting his toothpicks.
Steven Gomez: Yeah, you're like rainman... retarded.
Hank Schrader: [find hidden compartment] Ha ha ha ha ha, yeah baby. Hello Zippy.
Steven Gomez: Asshole.
Walter White: What does your dad do?
Krazy-8: He owns Tampico Furniture over on Menaul.
Walter White: Wait a minute, I know that place. Wait a minute. That's... that's that... that's, uh... they used to have those... those late-night...
Krazy-8: The stupid commercials.
Walter White: That they had, yeah.
Krazy-8: Yeah, that's him. Been doing them for over thirty years.
Walter White: Wait a minute. How did it go? It was, uh... Wait, wait, wait. It was, uh... uh... "Don't let shopping strain your brain-o. Just sing this short refrain-o."
Krazy-8: Pretty moronic. But what can you do?
Walter White: Well, it did tend to stick in your head. Did you write that? Being the musician in the family.
Krazy-8: Hell, no, man. It was my crazy uncle Alex. He sings it at bars, trying to pick up on women. His mind, it's like saying "Hey, I wrote 'Stairway to Heaven'."
Walter White: At Tampico Furniture, I... I think when my son was born, that we bought his bassinet there.
Krazy-8: Mm-mm. We don't sell bassinets there. It's more of a specialty item. We did used to sell cribs.
Walter White: Well, a crib, then, okay. A crib. Yeah. No, I remember that. In fact, I remember recognizing your dad from those commercials. Although he wasn't anywhere near as friendly in real life.
Krazy-8: Yeah, no shit. Hey, did he, uh, try selling you that extended warranty?
Walter White: Yeah, he probably did. And I was probably dumb enough to buy it.
Krazy-8: Jesse know you've got cancer?
Walter White: No one but you.
Krazy-8: Not your family?
Walter White: No.
Krazy-8: Why not?
Walter White: Not a conversation that I'm even remotely ready to have.
Krazy-8: [after Walter collapses during a coughing fit] Damn. I didn't think you were coming back.
Walter White: [groaning as he sits up] How long was I out?
Krazy-8: Ten, fifteen minutes? I've never seen someone knock themselves out just by coughing. Did you breathe in the same shit you used on me?
Walter White: So, Domingo, you from around town here or someplace else?
Krazy-8: Hey, Walter? You getting to know me is not gonna make it easier for you to kill me. Not that I mind, you understand?
Walter White: You know, you keep telling me that I don't have it in me. Well, maybe. But maybe not. I-I sure as hell am looking for any reason not to. I mean, any good reason at all. Sell me. Tell me what it is.
Krazy-8: I guess I'd start by promising that if you let me go, I won't come after you; that you'd be safe. I guess I'd say what happened between us never happened. And what's best for both parties is we forget all about it. But you know that anybody in my situation would make promises like that. And in my case, they happen to be true. You'll never know for sure. So what else can I tell you?
Walter White: I don't know. But you've gotta convince me. And you're going nowhere until you do.
Krazy-8: I'm from here in town, man. ABQ, born and bred. Never left. Studied business administration over at UNM, got my degree.
Walter White: Really? Huh. Does that, uh, come in handy in the drug trade?
Krazy-8: It doesn't hurt. I was gonna study music originally. Maybe even try out for Oberlin and Berklee. My pops talked me out of it. Said there was no money in it unless I wind up some bullshit rock star, and I didn't have a snowball chance of that.
Walter White: You told him my name.
Jesse Pinkman: Oh, says who, him?
Walter White: [roughly grabbing him] My name, where I work. You told him about my son!
Jesse Pinkman: Hey, don't touch me!
Walter White: [grabbing Jesse's stash] Damn junkie.
Jesse Pinkman: No, give me that. That's mine.
Walter White: This is going down the toilet. Watch it go.
Jesse Pinkman: [sitting down on the seat] No, no! That's worth 40 grand, you stupid shit.
Walter White: It's worth nothing when you smoke it all!