The Best Breaking Bad, Season 3, Episode 9 Quotes

Jesse: What's the point of being an outlaw when you got responsibilities?

- Only reason I have a hope in hell is because it's long gone.
- That's the shame of it.
- No, no, man. Don't tell me that.
- I hear it's back in town.
- Stay strong, brother. Stay strong.
- It's gonna be okay.

- What's the yield?
- Hey.
- The yield. Come on.
- Two-oh-one-point-eight.

Group: Jesse? Jesse? What about you? Face looks better. How's it all going? Anything you wanna tell us about?
Jesse: What, like my interesting life? Uh, one day pretty much bleeds into the next. Been working a lot. Got a job.
Group: Job is good.
Jesse: It's... it's in a laundromat. It's totally corporate.
Group: Corporate laundromat.
Jesse: It's, like, rigid. All kinds of red tape. My boss is a dick. The owner, super dick. I'm not worthy to meet him, but I guess everybody's scared of the dude. The place is full of dead-eyed douche bags, the hours suck and nobody knows what's going on, so...
Group: Sounds kind of Kafkaesque.
Jesse: Yeah. Totally Kafkaesque.

Walter: My brother-in-law, moments before he was attacked, someone called to warn him. I believe that same person was protecting me. Those two men - the assassins - I believe I was their prime target, but that somehow they were steered away from me to my brother-in-law. Because of this intervention, I am alive, and yet, I think that this person was playing a much deeper game. He made that phone call because he wanted a shootout, not a silent assassination. In one stroke, he bloodied both sides, set the American and Mexican governments against the cartel, and cut off the supply of methamphetamine to the Southwest. If this man had his own source of product on this side of the border, he would have the market to himself. The rewards would be enormous. We're both adults. I can't pretend I don't know that person is you. I want there to be no confusion. I know I owe you my life, and more than that, I respect the strategy. In your position, I would have done the same. One issue which troubles me: I don't know what happens when our three month contract ends.
Gus: What would you like then?
Walter: You know why I do this. I want security for my family.
Gus: Then you have it. Three million for three months, that was our agreement. Extended annually, twelve million a year. Call it fifteen. Open ended. Would that be agreeable?

- I would not give them to prison inmates.
- You want me to go ask for another?
- No, just remind me to bring his from home.
- They're not moving his legs enough.
- Hey, everybody.
- Hi, Marie. Is it okay if I visit?

- They may never pay you back.
- I've seen patients and their families go bankrupt waiting to be reimbursed.
- Who is the best physical therapist that you know?
- I can give you some names.
- But they're not likely to be on your plan.
- To hell with the plan.

- Skyler, I had nothing to do...
- Are we safe?
- Are you safe?
- Absolutely.

- Marie's got my phone somewhere, if you want to run the incoming.
- Not that you're gonna learn anything worth knowing.
- I don't get it. Cartel hit?
- Who would have called to warn you?
- I don't know.
- Oh, Jesus.
- Come on already.
- Okay.

- Then you have it.
- Three million for three months.
- That was our agreement.
- Extended annually, 12 million a year.
- Call it 15.
- Open-ended.
- Would that be agreeable?

- No, that's 17 percent.
- I heard you say 5.
- You said it right in front of me.
- Yeah, that was for your partner.
- It's privileges of seniority and all.
- But for you, it's the usual,
- 17 percent and that's a bargain.
- Hey, what? You... hey, listen...
- Come on, I'm talking to you about your future here. Listen to reason.

Group: Jesse, last time, you seemed down about your job at the Laundromat. Let me ask something, if you had the chance to do anything you wanted, what would you do?
Jesse: Make more green, man. A lot more.
Group: Forget about money. Assume you have all you want.
Jesse: I don't know. I guess I would make something.
Group: Like what?
Jesse: I don't know if it even matters, but... work with my hands, I guess.
Group: Building things, like carpentry or bricklaying or something?
Jesse: I took this vo-tech class in high school, woodworking. I took a lot of vo-tech classes, because it was just big jerk-off, but this one time I had this teacher by the name of... Mr... Mr. Pike. I guess he was like a Marine or something before he got old. He was hard hearing. My project for his class was to make this wooden box. You know, like a small, just like a... like a box, you know, to put stuff in. So I wanted to get the thing done as fast as possible. I figured I could cut classes for the rest of the semester and he couldn't flunk me as long as I, you know, made the thing. So I finished it in a couple days. And it looked pretty lame, but it worked. You know, for putting in or whatnot. So when I showed it to Mr. Pike for my grade, he looked at it and said: "Is that the best you can do?" At first I thought to myself "Hell yeah, bitch. Now give me a D and shut up so I can go blaze one with my boys." I don't know. Maybe it was the way he said it, but... it was like he wasn't exactly saying it sucked. He was just asking me honestly, "Is that all you got?" And for some reason, I thought to myself: "Yeah, man, I can do better." So I started from scratch. I made another, then another. And by the end of the semester, by like box number five, I had built this thing. You should have seen it. It was insane. I mean, I built it out of Peruvian walnut with inlaid zebrawood. It was fitted with pegas, no screws. I sanded it for days, until it was smooth as glass. Then I rubbed all the wood with tung oil so it was rich and dark. It even smelled good. You know, you put nose in it and breathed in, it was... it was perfect.
Group: What happened to the box?
Jesse: I... I gave it to my mom.
Group: Nice. You know what I'm gonna say, don't you? It's never too late. They have art co-ops that offer classes, adult extension program at the University.
Jesse: You know, I didn't give the box to my mom. I traded it for an ounce of weed.

- Today, we carry on their tradition...
- In a manner that would make my uncles proud.
- The finest ingredients are brought together with loving care...
- Then slow-cooked to perfection.
- Yes, the old ways are still best at los pollos hermanos.
- But don't take my word for it.
- One taste and you'll know.

- In one stroke, he bloodied both sides...
- Set the American and Mexican governments against the cartel...
- And cut off the supply of methamphetamine to the southwest.
- If this man had his own source of product on this side of the border...
- He would have the market to himself.
- The rewards would be enormous.

- I see a couple new faces.
- Anybody wanna introduce themselves?
- Don't all speak at once.

- No, no. No shake-and-bake.
- Where's your self-respect? Come on.
- Ain't top-shelf, but we could at least move it.
- Still kind of dry out there.
- It'll sell on the street.
- And who says we sell on the street?
- Maybe I know a whole new market.
- Maybe all we need is the meth.

Badger: I can't believe you had to crush the RV. Must've been depressing.
Skinny: For real. That's a stone loss.
Jesse: No one misses it more than me. Free to cook anytime, anywhere. No quotas, no one to answer to. What's the point of being an outlaw when you got responsibilities?
Badger: Darth Vader had responsibilities. He was responsible for the Death Star.
Skinny: True that. Two of them bitches.
Badger: Just saying. Devil's advocate.
Jesse: I gotta pay taxes? What's up with that? That's messed up. That's Kafkaesque.
Skinny: Church.
Badger: Right.