Character: Jesse Pinkman

- Jesse, you asked me if I wanted to cook meth or make dough? Yes. I want to build an Empire.
I don't know, Mr. white. I think a meth Empire a reason for pride?

- You inadvertently pointed out one rare poison might put the boy to the hospital. No congratulations, because doctors start to think that you were right. Why ricin? Jesse, why such idea?
- Damn, I... Maybe, "house" was showing. Yeah, "house". Or "Discovery", and then sometimes the brain will say something...
Really?
My Yes!

- Yet fly not understand, to cook [meth] will not. Am I talking to yourself?
- Timer to work! How long the whole party bent? After an hour or two?
- The party will go down the drain, if not to remove pollution.
- To remove the pollution? We then met do, but not rocket!

- You are now a Blowfish! Let me explain: you're too small, not fast, not tricky. Easy prey for a predator, but the puffer fish is a tricky weapon. You know what makes the Blowfish?
- Fuck knows...
- A Blowfish swells to four or five times its size, but why? Why is it inflated? To look menacing. The other threat to the fish themselves were afraid of her. That's who you are - you are a Blowfish. The main thing is an illusion, and inside it is just air. Who's attacking the Blowfish? No!