The Best Breaking Bad, Season 1, Episode 6 Quotes

Hank: When old holes-in-her-purse bails, you know you're in deep.

- I like to go on walks...
- A couple of times a week, maybe more, after work.
- And I really enjoy the nature.
- You know, the cacti...
- Vegetation, that kind of thing.
- It's really very therapeutic.

- Yeah, what up?
- Who is this?
- I was dialing Jesse Pinkman.
- Hey, man, he's out.
- Well, where is he, then?

- I was all, like,
- "damn, tuco, chill, ese."
- I don't know what got into him.
- Seriously.
- He's out, man. Way out.
- They got him doped up big time.
- So you're the cook, huh?
- Yo, I didn't catch your name.

- Nope. Not falling for it, buddy. I fold.
- Talk about anti-climactic.
- Hey.
- Your cards couldn't have been that bad, come on.
- Oh, my god. You threw away an ace?
- What are you doing?
- And a cowboy for...
- A handful of nothing.

Walter H. White: We have to move our production bulk wholesale now. How do we do that?
Jesse: What do you mean? To, like, a distributor?
Walter H. White: Yes. Yes, that's what we need. We need a distributor now. Do you know anyone like that?
Jesse: Yeah. I mean, I used to until you killed him.

- And I put it right into my credit union account.
- So I'm taking care of it.
- So we're good. We're good.
- Could you not deposit this until Monday?
- Thank you.
- Call if the discomfort's too much, othennise we'll see you next week.

- Tell me about this tuco.
- Tell me everything about him.

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 teenth 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.

Hank: [Gomez hands him a package] What's this, Christmas?
[finding an evidence baggie with a gas mask inside]
Hank: This that one we found way out in the boonies at that cook site?
[Gomez nods]
Hank: [reading the accompanying forensics report] Holy shit.
Steven: What?
Hank: Lab says they pulled up an imprint of some old writing used to be on the inside; old Magic Marker or something.
Steven: Yeah? What's it say?
Hank: "Property of J.P. Winn Chemistry Lab". That's Walt's school.

- 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 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.

Walt: I like to be alone, I mean, at times. And it's not about you, really. It's just that sometimes it feels better not to talk at all about anything to anyone. Alone time can be helpful, for some types. Maybe knowing what you do when you're alone might make it easier for your family to be more accepting of whatever it is you do alone. Well I like to go on walks a couple of times a week, maybe more, after work. And I really enjoy the nature. You know, the cacti... vegetation, that kind of thing. It's really very therapeutic.

- That's why you're doing all this.
- You want to make some cash for your people before you check out.
- You got a problem with that?
- You tell me.
- You're the one that looks like he just crawled out of a microwave.
- You gonna be able to finish the batch?
- All right.

- Take a bump.
- No worries, man, I'm no cop.
- I said, hit it.
- All right.

- Oh, man.
- Fifty g's? How you figure that?
- Thirty-five for the pound of meth you stole...
- And another fifteen for my partner's pain and suffering.
- Paflnen
- Oh, yeah, I remember that little bitch.
- So you must be daddy.

- Emilio, and that's only because
- I knew him from third grade.
- And we can't talk to Emilio, because...
- All right, all right, all right.
- Look, I'm telling you,
- Mr. White, it's too risky. Okay?
- I mean, we're making money.
- Why can't you be satisfied...
- With the way it is?
- Oh, come on! Jesus!
- Just grow some fucking balls!

- This operation is you and me, and I'm the silent partner.
- You got any issues with that?
- Whatever, man.
- No matter what happens...
- No more bloodshed.
- No violence.

- Morning.
- Could you pass the butter, please?
- Badass, dad.

Walt: I mean, for what it's worth, Hugo just doesn't strike me as a thief.
Hank: Yeah, well, nothing personal, Walt, but you wouldn't know a criminal if he was close enough to check you for a hernia.

- What happened to your mad skills?
- Go on. Here.
- You can do it.
- If you have any questions,
- I'll be right out here.
- The next time, put an ice pack on your head during chemo.
- My aunt said it helped with the hair loss.

- Hey, cue ball. Need directions?
- You tuco?
- I want to talk to tuco, and I'm not leaving until I do.

Jesse: [Walter comes out of the RV, hardly able to breathe and disoriented] Sit down get some air.
[He sits down, Jesse notices the mark on his chest]
Jesse: When were you gonna tell me?
Walter H. White: Tell you what?
Jesse: Cancer! You got it, right?
Walter H. White: [surprised] How did you know?
Jesse: My aunt, had one those dots on her, to target the radiation. What is it, in your lung? I'm your partner man, you should have told me. That's not cool man, not at all. What stage are you?
Walter H. White: [feeling nauseated, clutching his stomach as he catches his breath] 3A.
Jesse: [looking away] It's in your lymph nodes.
Walter H. White: [puts his glasses on and looks at Jesse] Your aunt... How bad was she when they caught it?
Jesse: Bad enough, she didn't last long.
Walter H. White: How long?
Jesse: Seven months.
[looks at Walt with sudden realization]
Jesse: I get it now, that's why you're doing all this, you want to make some cash for your people before you check out.
Walter H. White: You got a problem with that?

- This that one we found way out in the boonies at the cook site?
- Holy shit.
- What?
- Lab says they pulled up an imprint of some writing on the inside.
- Magic marker or something.
- Yeah? What's it say?
- "Property of jp. Winn chemistry lab."
- That's Walt's school.

- Tough shit, the deal is done.
- You said this was cool, okay?
- Money for meth, cash up front.
- Don't front, dude, tuco's good for it.
- I don't need your punk ass to vouch for me.
- Come on.
- Oh, come on.

Tuco: [about Walter's explosive "meth"] Hey, what is that shit?
Walter H. White: Fulminated mercury. A little tweak of chemistry.

[first lines]
Walter H. White: Let's get something straight. This, the chemistry, is my realm. I am in charge of the cooking. Out there on the street, you deal with that. As far as our customers go, I don't want to know anything about them. I don't wanna see them, I don't wanna hear from them. I want no interaction with them whatsoever. This operation is you and me, and I'm the silent partner. You got any issues with that?
Jesse: Whatever, man.
Walter H. White: No matter what happens, no more bloodshed. No violence.

- Yo, tuco's expecting us.
- No need, man. Me and tuco go back.

- And fulminative Mercury is a prime example of that.
- The faster they undergo change...
- The more violent the explosion.
- Explosions.
- Okay, listen, why don't you start reading on your own...
- From the top of chapter seven?

- Who you working for?
- No one, man. I mean, I have a partner that I cook with, but that's it.
- All right.
- We got a deal.
- See, I told you tuco would hook you up.
- Cool. I haven't said how much.

- I beat the piss out of your mule boy...
- And then you walk in here and you bring me more meth?
- That's a brilliant plan, ese.
- Brilliant.
- You got one part of that wrong.
- This is not meth.

- Yo, man, I'm skinny Pete.
- Maybe this isn't such a good idea, yo.
- Come on.
- Yeah, man, that's what's happening.

Tuco: That crystal that your partner brought me it sold faster than ten-dollar ass in TJ.

- All right. You brought me some really clean crystal.
- You really want your money up front?
- Up front.

- Wait till Monday again?
- Yes, please. Thank you.
- Oh, god.

Tuco: What's your name?
Walt: "Heisenberg."
Tuco: Have a seat, Heisenberg.
Walt: I don't imagine I'll be here very long.
Tuco: No? All right, be that way. It's your meeting. Why don't you start talking and tell me what you want?
Walt: $50,000.
Tuco: [laughs] 50 G's! How do you figure that?
Walt: 35 for the pound of meth you stole and 15 for my partner's pain and suffering.
Tuco: Partner...? Oh yeah. I remember that little bitch. So you must be daddy.
[laughs]
Tuco: Let me get this straight: I steal your dope, I beat the piss out of your mule boy, and then you walk in here and bring me *more* meth?
[laughs]
Tuco: That's a brilliant plan, ese.
No: Brilliant.
Walt: You got one part of that wrong.
[picks up the crystal on Tuco's desk]
Walt: This is not meth.
[Walt throws the crystal to the floor. An explosion blows out the windows on the second floor, glass shattering down to the street]
Tuco: [coughing] ARE YOU FUCKING NUTS?
Walt: [holds up a much larger packet] Wanna find out?

- You okay?
- I got it, Mr. White.
- Don't worry.
- You got kids to teach.

- Tuco, what's happening, my brother?
- Sick crib, yo. You've been keeping it real since you been sprung.
- What's it been, like, a year?
- This your boy?
- Yeah, Jesse. Dude with the glass
- I was telling you about.
- Hey, man, yeah.
- I've heard a lot about you.
- Break out the ice.

Hank: Chick's got an ass like an onion, makes me wanna cry.

- My aunt had one of those dots on her...
- To target the radiation.
- What, is it in your lung?
- I'm your partner, man, you should've told me.
- God, that's not cool, okay?
- Not at all.
- What stage are you?
- Gone into your lymph nodes.

Tuco: That crystal that your partner brought me? It sold faster than ten-dollar ass in T.J. What say you bring me another pound next week?
Walter H. White: Money upfront.
Tuco: All right, money upfront. Sometimes you got to rob to keep your riches. Just as long as we got an understanding.
Walter H. White: One pound is not gonna cut it. You have to take two.
Tuco: Oralé.

- But some meth-monkey had a feeding frenzy in here, okay?
- You gotta keep better watch over your turf.
- We don't want people to start wondering about you, right?
- Right. No. Right. Absolutely not.
- So you're sure you're tight with this guy?
- Two nuts in a ball sack, yo.