- Walter White: Listen, something's come up. I think it's a good opportunity. There's been a job opening. I need a new lab assistant.
- Jesse Pinkman: I already did my time. Why don't you just get yourself a monkey?
- Walter White: I don't want a monkey. I want you.
- Jesse Pinkman: Oh, gee, thanks. Well, not interested. I got my own thing going on. And nice try saving your ass-hat brother-in-law.
- Walter White: That's not why I'm here, Jesse. There's more. It's more than an assistant. Partners. We'd be partners again. Split everything, 50/50, just like before. 1.5 million dollars. Each.
- Jesse Pinkman: No.
- Walter White: I don't think you heard me.
- Jesse Pinkman: I heard you fine. I said no.
- Walter White: You understand this: you are turning down one and a half million dollars...
- Jesse Pinkman: I am not turning down the money! I am turning down you! You get it? I want NOTHING to do with you! Ever since I met you, everything I ever cared about is gone! Ruined, turned to shit, dead, ever since I hooked up with the great Heisenberg! I have never been more alone! I HAVE NOTHING! NO ONE! ALRIGHT, IT'S ALL GONE, GET IT? No, no, no, why... why would you get it? What do you even care, as long as you get what you want, right? You don't give a shit about me! You said I was no good. I'm nothing! Why would you want me, huh? You said my meth is inferior, right? Right? Hey! You said my cook was GARBAGE! Hey, screw you, man! Screw you!
- [long pause]
- Walter White: Your meth is good, Jesse. As good as mine.
- [Walt leaves]
- Walter White: Jesse, move on with your life. Leave it behind, all of it.
- Jesse Pinkman: Nothing changes. Once I walk out of here, I get myself a new RV and go start cooking again.
- Walter White: How, exactly, do you think you're going to get away with that? They will catch you.
- Jesse Pinkman: So what? I've got a get out of jail free card.
- Saul Goodman: Hey, I may have overstated the power of your face...
- Jesse Pinkman: Not this. If the cops catch me, I give them what they want the most.
- Jesse Pinkman: [turns to Walter] You. If they nab me, I make a deal to give up the great Heisenberg and his million dollar drug ring. You're my free pass, bitch.
- Walter White: So, what uh, what happens now?
- Jesse Pinkman: What happens now? I'll tell you what happens now. Your scumbag brother-in-law is finished. Done. You understand? I will own him when this is over. Every cent he earns, every cent his wife earns is mine. Any place he goes, anywhere he turns I'm gonna be there, grabbing my share. He'll be scrubbing toilets in Tijuana for pennies, and I'll be standing over him to get my cut. He'll see me when he wakes up in the morning, and when he crawls to sleep in whatever rat hole's left for him after I shred his house down. I will haunt his crusty ass forever until the day he sticks a gun up his mouth and pulls the trigger just to get me out of his head. That's what happens next.
- Hank Schrader: [answering his phone] Schrader.
- Voice: Alright, I need you to listen very carefully. Two men are coming to kill you.
- Hank Schrader: Come again?
- Voice: They're approaching your car. You have one minute.
- Hank Schrader: Hey, I don't get the gag, Jag-off, who is this?
- Voice: They're coming.
- Hank Schrader: Hello?
- Arms Dealer: Lucky you boys caught me. I've got a load to pick up, I'm taking the 40 straight through to Memphis! I can hammer it out in about 15, but there's this girl down here named Laney or Lolly or somethin'. Maybe Fran. Anyhow, she's got one of these fetish things, she likes to get peed on, y'know, so I was hoping to see her tonight, but she's real strict 'bout wanting to get to sleep before 10, so I wanna wrap it up here ASAP because traffic can be a wild card, y'know, rubberneckin' and such. Surprising thing is the women who like to get peed on always tend to be from the warmer climates. You'd think the ones in the colder zones would be more inclined but I haven't met one yet. I mean, it's a shock to the system if the body is not properly acclimated, but y'know... leave that for smarter minds than me. Science is a mystery.
- [motions to his inventory]
- Arms Dealer: Well, take a gander. Prices are negotiable. Buying in bulk gets you a discount. I'm running a special on these honeys: JHPs. Hollow-point bullets, known by the natives as "Black Death". Check it out.
- [tosses one to Marco]
- Arms Dealer: You like that? It's so sweet, you'll wanna lick it! Nickel-plated brass casing, Lubalox coat for panache. Sucker has six razor claws that expand upon impact! PEW! Shred your mama's head like a cabbage. Keep it. On the house. Anyhow, I've been windjamming long enough. Why don't you boys tell me what you're looking for. What it is you want, what is it you need? What can I do you for?
- Leonel Salamanca: Vests.
- Arms Dealer: Vests? Hell yeah, we've got vests! Right here. Sleek, comfortable, thermally bonded, non-interwoven Kevlar fiber. Stop a bullet like a soft wanger against a Quaker girl! Just ain't getting through. And lightweight? Damn, so lightweight, you'll forget you're wearing it!
- Marco Salamanca: They work?
- Arms Dealer: Sure as shit, they do!
- [He unbuttons the top button on his shirt to reveal that he's wearing an identical bulletproof vest]
- Arms Dealer: I don't leave home without it!
- [Leonel promptly pulls out his pistol and shoots the Arms Dealer in the exposed section of the vest, knocking him to the floor]
- Arms Dealer: [groaning in pain] What the hell...? You broke my freaking rib, you maniac son of a bitch!
- [Marco inspects the vest, pulls out Leonel's bullet and holds it up. Leonel nods, and Marco drops a stack of hundred dollar bills on the floor, before he and Leonel pick up two vests and walk out]
- Arms Dealer: You're welcome!
- Marie Schrader: Muscle memory. Happens all the time. Years of training, your body acted faster than your brain.