— You act like you're the first guy this ever happened to. I caught my second wife screwing my stepdad, okay? It's a cruel world, Walt. Grow up.
— I just wanted to talk to him.
— Yeah, well, now I'm talking to you. Consider this an intervention. You could have been arrested back there. You understand. I mean, speaking as your lawyer, I'm always looking for billable hours, but speaking as your business associate, I'm strongly advising that you get your shit together.
— See, my partners here tell me that you produce a meth... that's 70 percent pure, if you're lucky. What I produce is 99.1 percent pure.
— So?
— So it's grade school T-ball... versus the New York Yankees. Yours is just some tepid... off-brand, generic cola. What I'm making is Classic Coke.
— All right. Okay. So if we just waste you right here right now... and leave you in the desert... then there is no more Coke on the market, right? See how that works? There's only us.
— Do you really wanna live in a world without Coca-Cola?
— Where... did that come from? And why was it so damn good?
— Because it was illegal.
— You may know a lot about chemistry, man, but you don't know jack about slinging dope.
— Well, I'll tell you, I know a lack of motivation when I see it. Oh, my... Come on, you've gotta be more imaginative, you know, just... Just think outside the box here. We have to move our product in bulk, wholesale. Now, how do we do that?
— What do you mean, to, like, a distributor?
— Yes. Yes, that's what we need. We need a distributor. Now, do you know anyone like that?
— Yeah, I mean, I used to, until you killed him.
— You are a blowfish.
— What?
— A blowfish. Think about it. Small in stature, not swift, not cunning. Easy prey for predators... but the blowfish has a secret weapon... doesn't he? Doesn't he? What does the blowfish do, Jesse? What does the blowfish do?
— I don't even know...
— The blowfish puffs up. The blowfish puffs himself up four, five times larger than normal. And why? Why does he do that? So that it makes him intimidating, that's why. Intimidating. So that the other scarier fish are scared off. And that's you. You are a blowfish. You see, it's just all an illusion. You see, it's nothing but air. Now who messes with the blowfish, Jesse?
— Nobody.
— How you feeling?
— About as good as you look. Jeez, you look like... Lex Luthor.
Look, Skyler... I just haven't quite been myself lately. I haven't been myself lately... but I love you. Nothing about that has changed. Nothing ever will. So right now, what I need... is for you to climb down out of my ass. Can you do that? Will you do that for me, honey? Will you please, just once, get off my ass? You know. I'd appreciate it. I really would.
— I don't know who you are. I don't even know who I'm talking to.
— If that's true, if you don't know who I am... then maybe your best course... would be to tread lightly.
You and I working together, having each other's back. It's what saved our lives.
— Therefore, what conclusion am I left to draw? That you believe I have some proprietary kind of selfishness about my own formula. Some sort of overweening pride, I suppose, that you think simply overwhelms me, clouds my judgment.
— But it doesn't.
— Absolutely not. I simply respect the chemistry. The chemistry must be respected.
Jesse, this... What we do... being the best at something... is a very rare thing. You don't just toss something like that away.
— Say a guy wins the lottery. Ten million bucks. The very next day, what's the one thing he does not do? He does not go buy another lottery ticket, right? He counts his lucky stars, and he sails off into the sunset, which, seems to me, and all due respect, some advice you two might take.
— What lottery did I win exactly?
— Hey, you're alive.
