Jesse Pinkman : I got two dudes that turned into raspberry slushie then flushed down my toilet. I can't even take a proper dump in there. I mean, the whole damn house has got to be haunted by now.
Jesse Pinkman : [reading a shopping list from Walter] Yo, Mr. White. I can't even *pronounce* half this shit!
Jesse Pinkman : [when someone tries to see the basement which has been converted into a meth lab] YOU AINT SEEIN THE BASEMENT BITCH! You got that? That sinkin' in? Out, all of you, house not for sale!
Jesse Pinkman : Four pounds? Four pounds? As if two pounds wasn't bad enough? We're talking two, three hundred boxes of sinus pills! There ain't that many smurfs in the world.
Walter White : We're not going to need pseudoephedrin. We're going to make phenyl acetone in a tube furnace, then we're going to use reductive animation to yield methamphetamine. Four pounds.
Jesse Pinkman : So, no pseudo?
Walter White : No pseudo.
Jesse Pinkman : So you do have a plan. Yeah, Mr. White! Yeah, science!
Jesse Pinkman : What's this stuff called again?
Walter White : Thermite.
Jesse Pinkman : And that'll cut through a lock? Because this is supposed to be one big-ass lock.
Walter White : In World War Two, the Germans had an artillery piece - it's the biggest in the world - called the Gustav Gun, and it weighed a thousand tons. And the Gustav was capable of firing a seven-ton shell and hitting a target, accurately, twenty-three miles away. I mean, you could drop bombs on it every day for a month without ever disabling it. But, drop a commando - one man - with just a bag of this, and he could melt right through four inches of solid steel and destroy that gun forever.
[He tosses the bag of thermite to Jesse, who flinches as he catches it]
Jesse Pinkman : Jeez!
Walter White : So yes, I think it will cut through any lock we're likely to find.
Tuco Salamanca : [about Walter and Jesse's latest batch of meth] What is this? It's blue.
Walter White : We used a different chemical process, but it is every bit as pure.
Jesse Pinkman : It may be blue, but it's the bomb.
Tuco Salamanca : [sniffs a sample and gasps] Tight, tight, tight! Oh... blue, yellow, pink! Whatever, man, just keep bringing me that!
Tuco Salamanca : You're doing business like a couple little bitches.
Walter White : I want all of it. 70 grand.
Tuco Salamanca : What did you say?
Walter White : You like this product. And you want more. Consider it a capital investment.
Tuco Salamanca : [getting in his face] Look, old, bald motherfucker. Fifty-two and a half, 25 points vig.
Walter White : Vig?
Jesse Pinkman : Interest, weekly.
Walter White : Okay. That's $65,625 with interest. 1.875 pounds.
Tuco Salamanca : No, two pounds. Next Friday, and no production problems.
Walter White : Can you handle four pounds?
Tuco Salamanca : Listen, old man. Talk is talk. But owing me money, that's bad.
[he hurls a wad of bills at Walt, then dumps the rest on the ground]
Jesse Pinkman : [watching Tuco and his thugs leave] What did you just do?
Jesse Pinkman : You didn't actually go see Tuco.
Walter White : [handing him an envelope] Here. That is 17,500. Your half of the 35,000. Plus, there's an extra 15 in there. It's all yours. You've earned it.
Jesse Pinkman : You got this money from Tuco?
Walter White : Yeah.
Jesse Pinkman : So Tuco gave you this is what you're saying.
Walter White : Well, we made a deal.
Jesse Pinkman : You made a deal?
Walter White : That's right.
Jesse Pinkman : Why would you make a deal with that scumbag? You see what he did to me?
Walter White : Because I think that we can do business together. We came to an understanding.
Jesse Pinkman : No way, man! Okay? No understanding.
Walter White : Take a look at the money in your hand. Now, just imagine making that every week. That's right. Two pounds a week, 35,000 a pound.
Jesse Pinkman : Without even talking to me, you told this insane ass clown, dead-eyed killer that, uh... that we would give him two pounds a week.
Jesse Pinkman : A junkyard? Let me guess, you, uh, you picked this place?
Walter White : What's wrong with it? It's... private.
Jesse Pinkman : No, this... this is like a non-criminal's idea of a drug meet. This is like "Oh, I saw this in a movie. Ooh, look at me."
Walter White : Yes. So where do you transact your business? Enlighten me.
Jesse Pinkman : I don't know, how about Taco Cabeza? Half the deals I've ever done went down at Taco Cabeza. Nice and public. Open 24 hours. Nobody ever gets shot at Taco Cabeza. Hell, why not the mall? You know, wait at the Gap. "Hey, it's time for the meet." You know, I'll put down the flat-front khakis, head on over, grab an Orange Julius. Skip the part where psycho-lunatic Tuco, you know, comes and steals my drugs and leaves me bleeding to death.
Walter White : [noticing him start to freak out as they see Tuco's SUV approach] Look, you don't have to be here for this. Okay? I mean, seriously.
Jesse Pinkman : Nah, I'm no pussy. I'm good.