Character: Jesse Pinkman

Yes bitch! Magnets!

- How are you feeling?
- About as well as you look. You look like Lex Luthor.

Life experience from books won't catch.

If everything is bad is not a reason to go to all lengths!

- There is a buzz.
- The buzz anywhere you can start a new life.

- No! No! No! You are wrong! I didn't do anything! I swear to God! I can't help it!
- Don't know... it's Like telling the truth...
- Temple at its trunk, the boy. And with the barrel to his temple - all as Meryl Streep.

- Self-blame, guilt accomplishes nothing, and only hinder...
- Interfere with what?
- Subject to change.

Where will the pseudoephedrine will take? Where so much land? Arrive metalsonic in the blue helicopter?

- Why do you need it? Honestly!
- And you what?
- Loot hack!
- Here is the answer...
- Come on, come on! So right guy, straight as a stick and suddenly... How old are you? Sixty years old and decided bad?
- I'm fifty.
Yeah still weird! In the head does not fit. Look, if you have slate drip, if you're crazy or depresses, anything can happen, I need to know about it. You know? It concerns me too.
- I just woke up.

What's the point of being illegal if you have this term?

Oh, if I came to you, begging to cook meth with me. Like, Hey, you old wanker, I know you, let's boil? Please. I would ask my grandmother in diapers, but her wheelchair wouldn't fit in the van.

We make poison for people who do not care at all. We have, perhaps, the most undemanding customers in the world.

- What did you tell them?
They are also condom.
- You poet!

When I was a kid, we used to call them "possums". Why is it that they have "possums"? Possum is a th, as an Irishman, or what?