Jesse: Yo, I get I shouldn’t call, but I’m in a situation over here, and I need my money.
Walter: I just gave you $600.
Jesse: Yeah, and thanks, Daddy Warbucks, but that was before my housing situation went completely testicular on me, okay?
Walt: Last time I checked, there was 16 ounces to a pound. What’d you do with the rest, smoke it?
Jesse: Yo, I been out there all night slangin’ crystal. You think it’s cake movin’ a pound of meth one tenth at a time?
Walt: So why you selling it in such small quantities? Why don’t you just sell the whole pound at once?
Jesse: To who? What do I look like? ‘Scarface?’
Walt: This is unacceptable. I am breaking the law here. This return is too little for the risk. I thought you’d be ready for another pound today.
Jesse: You may know a lot about chemistry man, but you don’t know jack about slangin’ dope.
Gus: A man provides. And he does it even when he’s not appreciated, or respected, or even loved. He simply bears up and he does it. Because he’s a man.
Walt: Look, Skylar, I just haven’t quite been myself lately. I haven’t been myself lately, but I love you. Nothing about that has changed, and nothing ever will. So right now, what I need is for you to climb down out of my ass. Can you do that? Will you do that for me, honey? Will you please, just once, get off my ass. You know, I’d appreciate it. I really would.
Walt: Wipe down this!
Walt: Castor beans.
Jesse: So, what are we going to do with them? Are we just gonna grow a magic beanstalk? Huh? Climb it and escape?
Walt: We are going to process them into ricin.
Jesse: Rice ‘n Beans?
Walt: Ricin. It’s an extremely effective poison.
Jesse: Ah, like I came to you, begging to cook meth. Oh, hey, nerdiest old dude I know, you wanna come cook crystal? Please. I’d ask my diaper-wearing granny, but her wheelchair wouldn’t fit in the RV.