The Best Breaking Bad, Season 2, Episode 4 Quotes

- Ready?
- Yo, for what, might help.
- Not another intervention.

- Wait. No, you cannot be serious.
- You cannot be serious.
- Hey.
- Someone took your bike, man.
- Not cool.

- Look, I can't leave my house...
- For more than 20 minutes without my wife worrying.
- I need time to mend fences.
- Okay, so while you're fixing fences, what about me, huh?
- Your a-hole brother-in-law took all my money.

- You have to tell me what's really going on right now.
- Today. No more excuses.
- No more apologies.
- No more of these... these obvious...
- Desperate breakfasts.
- You don't wanna lose contact with me, Walt?
- Then tell me.

- I dreamt that I owned an antique bicycle repair shop.
- In Ireland.
- Sounds weird.

- God, how long are you gonna do this?
- Do what?
- This.
- Not talking to me.
- Going out all day and refusing to tell me where.
- You are obviously angry with me about something...
- So let's talk about it.

- You son of a bitch.
- Son of a bitch.
- Hey, thank you. Thank you so much.
- Thanks, man. Hey, guy!
- You forgot something! Yeah!
- You forgot your ice trays!
- You're gonna need the ice trays!
- Hey, you forgot something here!
- Take this!

- Hi.
- Hey.
- I fixed the garage door.
- Great.
- One track was bent.
- That's why it was bouncing.
- Okay.
- Where were you today?
- Out.

- It's not stopping.
- That's the gas. Use the brake.
- The break. Brake, brake, brake!
- Okay.
- That's one way to stop.
- I told you.
- Flynn.

- Hey, captain america.
- What's up, brother?
- Hey, bro.

- Look, I'm asking to crash three, maybe four nights, and...
- Look, I already called badger, all right? I called everyone.
- I need a solid here, bro.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever.
- All right. All right.
- Hey, how about this?
- What if it's just for tonight?

- No, mom, mom, mom.
- Hey, where am I supposed to go?
- I don't know, sweetheart.
- But please turn your life around.
- Yeah, this is gonna help bigtime with that. Bitch!
- Jeez.

Walter: Dad's cooking breakfast.
Walter H. White: But don't worry. I'm also doing all the dishes.
[wafting the smell of pancakes at them]
Walter H. White: Mm. Huh? Huh? Yeah? Huh? Nice? Follow me. There's also orange juice and grapefruit juice, which, personally, as you know, I've never been a fan of. But considering all the polyphenols and the limonoids, can't hurt.
Skyler: Walt, you didn't have to do this.
Walter H. White: I wanted to.

- Yeah, I used to not like carrots too.
- Hey, hen, I think it's someone's nap time. Come on.

- You're the one who wanted to work with tuco.
- Okay. If it weren't for that, none of this would've happened.
- Just be cool.
- We'll talk about this later, okay?
- As for now, no contact. Understood?
- Where are you going?
- I leave first.

Walter H. White: [spotting the RV outside his house] What is wrong with you? Why are you blue? Ugh, Jesus.
Jesse: I'm sorry. Let's just say it starts with my parents being greedy, kleptomaniac douchebags.
Walter H. White: Are you actually this stupid?
Jesse: No, look. I know this isn't optimal...
Walter H. White: To come to my house and park on my street, driving this vehicle. I mean, what the hell is wrong with you? I'm-I'm really asking.
Jesse: Nothing. I'm sorry. I just...
Walter H. White: What if Skyler had seen you? Huh? What then? What was the plan then, genius, huh?
Jesse: I don't know.
Walter H. White: You don't know. You know why you don't know? Because you don't think. That's why. You don't think. You never figured out how to think, did you, Pinkman?

- So when do we, you know?
- We don't, for now.
- No cooking until things settle down.
- Settle down? I thought you're the one that said nothing's changed.
- Look, I just put my family through an ordeal...
- That they're just now starting to accept, okay? I can't...
- That's too expensive.

Walter: I didn't know you were allowed to touch the stove.
Walter H. White: Hilarious, Groucho.

- All week long...
- There's a fiction writer's seminar at unm.
- And, you know, probably talking about how to get published...
- And that sort of thing.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, so, anyway,
- I thought maybe you might...
- I mean, I'll go with you if you like.

- I don't know.
- There's a bunch of stuff in there.
- There's something called methylamine. Me... meth...
- However the hell you pronounce it.
- Methylamine.
- I don't know. I banged on it.
- It sounds pretty full to me.
- Holy shit. How much?
- Hey! Hey!

- Vacate the house in 72 hours.
- Othennise, your parents have authorized me...
- To contact the authorities.
- Is that clear?
- Do you have any questions for us?
- Three days, Mr. Pinkman.
- Come on.

- Is everything okay?
- Yeah, everything's fine.

- And I just...
- Want to make sure that...
- We don't lose contact.
- Thank you.
- Okay.
- I agree.

- What did you do, huh?
- She's lying there dying, and where the hell are you?
- Don't start with me.
- Now what?
- You've decided to, I don't know, make your eldest son homeless?
- Great family, mom.
- Why are you like this? Why?

- No, I'm good.
- New Mexican Christmas style, red and green chilies.
- No. Thank you, though.
- Flynn and me gotta get going.
- Who's Flynn?
- Flynn.
- He's your...

Walter H. White: All right. Got one. Steely Dan.
Walter: Uh... no.
Walter H. White: Yes, absolutely. No, look... no, in terms of pure musicianship, I would put them up against any current band you can name.
Walter: You wouldn't know any current bands.
Walter H. White: [a car horn honks outside] That's beside the point.
Skyler: Have a good day, honey.
Walter: [standing to leave] You, too.
Walter H. White: Ah, Boz Scaggs. There's another one.
Walter: Whoever they are. Bye. Thanks for breakfast.
Skyler: Bye.
Walter H. White: You're welcome. Listen, tell Louis to drive carefully.
Walter: All right.
Walter H. White: Our son doesn't know who Boz Scaggs is. We have failed as parents.
Skyler: Come to think of it... I barely know who Boz Scaggs is.
Walter H. White: Stop it.

- We agreed, fifty-fifty partners.
- Partners in what?
- What exactly do you do here?
- I've been meaning to ask, because I'm the producer, right?
- I cook. But from what I can tell, you are just a drug addict.
- You are a patheticjunkie, too stupid to understand and follow...
- Simple rudimentary instructions.
- Too stupid to re...

- Morning.
- Oh, hey.
- Morning.
- Where did...? Where did mom go?

- Skyler.
- Louis took Walt to school.
- I was thinking maybe...
- This would be a good time to talk.

- Mommy's home.
- Hey, honey, you remember
- Jesse Pinkman?
- His house is getting bug bombed.
- I said he could crash a few nights.
- Hey, Jesse.
- Hey.
- Paul, could you help me in the bedroom with these?
- Sure. Yeah.

- I think that that's good.
- Yeah, that's good.
- You were right on the money about that.
- It's good to, you know...
- Talk about things.
- I think that's great.

- All right. Two grand. Okay?
- Two days, two grand.
- That's totally fair.
- Just don't take my cook stuff.
- All right? That's all I got left.
- Please, all right? I really...
- God, I really need a break here.
- Okay?
- Clovis, come on.

- They so overcomplicate these things.
- Anyway, it was probably just as well that I lost it.
- There's gotta be a new one on the market by now.
- You know, if we do this thing at unm, maybe on the way home...
- We can stop by, and I can get a new cell phone.
- Skyler?

Skyler: When you decide to grow up, you can have it back.
Walter: Why don't you grow up, Mom?

- So? Nothing.
- You ready?
- Like it.
- Bye, Mr. White.
- Okay.

- Tell you what?
- Skyler.
- What is it you want me to tell you?
- I don't know.
- We're not done here. Skyler.
- Do you know what
- I've done for this family?
- What the...?

Jesse: I just need my half of the money, and I will go.
Walter H. White: Your half? There is no "your half" of the money. There is only my all of it. Do you understand? Why should I be penalized because of your sloppiness?
Jesse: Look, that is completely uncool, all right? We agreed, 50/50 partners.
Walter H. White: Partners in what? What exactly do you do here? I've been meaning to ask, because I'm the producer, right? I cook. But from what I can tell, you are just a drug addict. You are a pathetic junkie, too stupid to understand and follow simple, rudimentary instructions. Too stupid to re...
[Jesse grabs him and begins a physical fight]

- No.
- Look, Jesse...
- Your problems are just that: Your problems.
- No contact. Do not call here ever.
- When the moment is right, I will call.
- Mr. White, you're not listening.
- They're kicking me out of my house.

Jesse: Yo, I get I shouldn't call, but I'm in a situation over here, and I need my money.
Walter H. White: I just gave you $600.
Jesse: Yeah, and thanks, Daddy Warbucks, but that was before my housing situation went completely testicular on me, okay?