I mean, if you've...if you've gone crazy or depressed, I'm just saying...that's something I need to know about. Okay? I mean, that affects me.

I just don't want emotions ruling us. Maybe treatment isn't the way to go.

I am no Vito Corleone.

And now, what shall we use to conduct this beautiful current with, hm? What one particular element comes to mind, hm? Hmm?

A guy opens his door and gets shot and you think that of me? No.

What does a man do, Walter?

If you try to interfere, this becomes a much simpler matter.

Was this you? What happened?

I'm supposed to take that on faith, yeah? Why? How do we know?

Everything that's happened, I swear to God, Marie, I think the universe is trying to tell me something and I'm finally ready to listen. I'm just not the man I thought I was.

Now tell me, what would a West African virus be doing in our lab, hmm?

SS Waffen troopers, too, which are like the baddest ass nazis of the whole nazi family!

Yo, we sell when we want, where we want. We're gonna be kings, understand? Well, I'm gonna be king and you guys will be, like, princes or dukes or something.

You keep telling me that I don't have it in me. Well maybe, maybe not. 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.

What's it feel like?

I'm just saying they got to know that they're working for you.

Yeah, you do seem to have a little '**** creek' action going.

Clearly his taste in women is the same as his taste in lawyers.

You see, so then, where's the trust?

If you're committed enough, you can make any story work.

Jesus, what you got in there, cinder blocks?

Yeah? Tell you what Pinkman, probable cause or no, I'll give you three seconds to get your ass out here! One, two...

Pain is my foot in your ass, Marie.

You're going to stop calling me that or I'm gonna hang you by your tie.

And why did you go telling her I was selling you weed?

Where...did that come from? And why was it so damn good?

But two weeks later he killed her. Of course. Caved her head in with the base of Waring blender. We got there, there was so much blood you could taste the metal.

Whole thing is off-the-map nuts. I ought to be wearing a tinfoil hat, you know? Except I can't seem to wrap my mind around this one little thing.

You add a plus douchebag to a minus douchebag, and you get, like, zero douchebags?

But that homie's dead.