- 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?
- Walter White: Listen, Hank. I don't know what to say. I mean, you going out there looking for me put you in danger, and I'm so so... well, "sorry" doesn't even cut it. Not nearly.
- Hank Schrader: Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah. Is that what you're worried about? Forget it. No, no, no. Look, at the office, they're treating me like I'm Eliot Ness, okay? I mean, they, uh, they threw me a party, the gals baked me a chocolate chip cake like you wouldn't believe, okay? Hey, you ought to disappear more often.
- [he laughs]
- Hank Schrader: Just kidding. Don't... don't do that.
- Marie Schrader: Well, which supermarket? Is it like a big one? Like a chain?
- Skyler White: Marie...
- Marie Schrader: Don't get me wrong. I think it's just great that he's, y'know, back and he's feeling better. I just, I mean, he... naked. He was NAKED, naked in a supermarket! It wasn't Whole Foods, was it?
- Jesse Pinkman: Your scumbag brother-in-law took my rainy day fund.
- Walter White: Your what? What is that?
- Jesse Pinkman: My rainy day fund. $68,000, okay? Cue-ball son of a bitch laughed in my face. Now I got, like, eighty bucks to my name.
- Walter White: Wait, wait. What does he know? Does... does he know it's your money?
- Jesse Pinkman: No, man. He-he doesn't know shit, okay? The plan worked. They bought it. I got bills due, man. I'm screwed.
- Walter White: Did he mention my name?
- Jesse Pinkman: No. Thanks for caring.
- Walter White: What about the basement?
- Jesse Pinkman: It's clean.
- Walter White: And the RV?
- Jesse Pinkman: Badger's cousin took it to his garage. It's... it's safe.
- Walter White: Can he get it running again?
- Jesse Pinkman: Why?
- Walter White: So we can cook.
- Jesse Pinkman: So you still wanna cook? Seriously?
- Walter White: What's changed, Jesse?
- Steven Gomez: [after questioning Wendy, Jesse's alibi] You wanted her to bang a football player, you big, bald pervert?
- Hank Schrader: It's a long story, Gomey.
- Steven Gomez: Yeah, I'm sure it is, and I wanna hear it, but first we gotta cut Pinkman loose.
- Hank Schrader: Not yet. I got one more shot at that little skid mark.
- Steven Gomez: Southwest Aniline again?
- [Hank tosses him an evidence baggie]
- Steven Gomez: What's this?
- Hank Schrader: It's the blue meth we found up by your late homey.
- Steven Gomez: Tuco wasn't my homey, any more than Charlie Manson was yours.
- Hank Schrader: Lab says it got cooked P2P-style.
- Steven Gomez: P2P, huh? So what are you thinking? The two stooges over here cooked it?
- Hank Schrader: Lab said that blue meth's the purest they've seen. At least since this.
- Steven Gomez: [Hank shows another evidence baggie] Krazy-8.
- Hank Schrader: Yeah. Krazy-8, Tuco... somehow, some way, it's all connected. A simple explanation, only I'm not seeing it, and it's making my head hurt.
- Steven Gomez: That's 'cause you're working that ugly melon too hard. It's dead around here. Let's go get a couple of beers.
- Hank Schrader: It's 11:00 in the morning.
- Steven Gomez: I'm buying.
- Hank Schrader: You're buying? Holy crap. What, is it Cinco de Mayo already?
- Badger: You are Willy Wonka, and I got the golden ticket. Put me on your magical boat, man. Sail me down your chocolaty river of meth.