Character: Jesse Pinkman. Page 1

What the fuck did you make me run around town to buy basins, when at home I have a great tub?!

Maybe you know how to ride stick out like a private detective, and I know the meth junkies.

Hey, if as in mathematics or algebra, to lay down positive negative condom condom and get, like, zero condom?

...because I never was in the trunk and stood on his knees with a gun to the head with an automatic, until you showed up, old, greedy asshole!
- Willing to admit their incompetence in the matter.

In chemistry you may know but you don't know how to handle the drug.
But I can see the lack of motivation. Apply creativity, figure out how we can sell the goods wholesale.
- I mean, to sell to the distributor?
- Yes, that's what we need. Do you have one?
Was until you slammed.

Is a chemical element?
- Wire?!

I refuse not from the attendants. I give up on YOU!

There, in four kilometers, healthy this koropatnyk, but I have not seen.
Koropatnyk?!
Yeah. Well, where they live, cows. Fuck yeah, bro! Well, the fucking cook here?
Coromatic. Lord, help me...

- There is a third option: we ourselves become Tuco.
- That is, you will zanyuhivat met with a knife and beat your subordinates?

- Listen, lady, fucking, what would you're selling, I'm not going to buy it owns!
My name is Skyler white, you know, my husband is Walter white, you know, yeah? He told me everything.

This is my personal space, and I won't let you insult me, bitch!

Wow! The return of the prodigal, eh? How do you like living in the country?
- Fine with me.

What's next? I'll tell you what will happen next. Your bastard brother-in-law - the end. Do you understand? When it was all over, I put it cancer. They earned every cent, every cent earned by his wife, will be mine. Wherever he went, wherever he ran - I'll be there waiting to Rob to the skin. He'll be scrubbing tremors in Tijuana for pennies and I'll stand over me and wait for my money. He will see me Wake up in the morning and crawled into bed in that dirty hole where you will live, when I take away his house. I'll chase this asshole until, until one day he sticks a gun in your mouth and pull the trigger to get rid of me. Here's what happens next.

- ... I have plans.
- To smoke marijuana, eat Cheetos and masturbate does not fit the definition of "plans".