Breaking Bad [Season 1]

— Got some big cow house way out that way, like 2 miles, but I don't see nobody.
— Cow house?
— Yeah, where they live. The cows. Whatever, man. Yeah, let's cook here.
— Cow house. God help me.

Me, with... some dead man, some artificially alive, just marking time?

What about pseudo, man? How are we gonna get that? You think the meth fairy is just gonna bring it to us?

Look, a guy doesn't gotta look like, uh, you know, Charlton Heston... I'm talking Moses days. To get a girl, all right? You just gotta have confidence. Confidence and, uh... And persistence.

— Look, lady, whatever you're selling, I ain't buying, yo.
— Well, my name is Skyler White, yo. My husband is Walter White, yo. He told me everything.
— Seriously?
— That's right.

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

— You may know a lot about chemistry, man, but you don't know jack about slinging dope.
— Well, I'll tell you, I know a lack of motivation when I see it. Oh, my... Come on, you've gotta be more imaginative, you know, just... Just think outside the box here. We have to move our product in bulk, wholesale. Now, how do we do that?
— What do you mean, to, like, a distributor?
— Yes. Yes, that's what we need. We need a distributor. Now, do you know anyone like that?
— Yeah, I mean, I used to, until you killed him.

Now, hey, remember, not all learning comes out of books.

— How you feeling?
— About as good as you look. Jeez, you look like... Lex Luthor.

My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. To all law enforcement entitles, this is not an admission of guilt. I am speaking
to my family now.

Why you got me running around town trying to find some stupid piece of plastic when I have a perfectly good tub I can use?

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.