#breakingbadquote

[Lydia calls Todd, who is lying dead. Walt picks up the phone.] Walter: Hello? Lydia: Is it done? Is he gone? Walter: Yeah, it’s done. He’s gone. They’re all gone. Lydia: Todd? Who is this? Walter: It’s Walt. How are you feeling? Kind of under the weather? Like you’ve got the flu? That would be the ricin I gave you. I slipped it into that stevia crap that you’re always putting in your tea. Lydia: Oh, my God. Walter: Well… goodbye, Lydia.

Walter: Jesse. Come here. I couldn’t chance saying it inside, for all I know the lab’s wired for sound. That half a pound that I said we were off by? Now I’m not accusing you, but if – you understand – if they ever found out… Jesse: I didn’t take shit. Walter: I’m just saying that I won’t be able to protect you. Jesse: Who’s asking you to?

Walter: How did you come up with that? I mean, where did you possibly…? Skyler: I learnt from the best. Somehow, something tells me Hank is here because of you. And I’m not forgetting that.

Hank: Sky, the, um…I know it’s none of my business, but uh…keeping him away from the kids? Skyler: You’re right, Hank. It’s not your business.

Walter: Alright, I’ve got the Talking Pillow now. Okay? We all, in this room, love each other. We want what’s best for each other and I know that. I am very thankful for that. But…what I want…what I want, what I need, is a choice.

Skyler: What does that…mean? Walter: Sometimes I feel like I never actually make any of my own. Choices, I mean. My entire life it just seems I never…you know, had a real say about any of it. Now this last one, cancer…all I have left is how I choose to approach this. Skyler: Then make the right choice, Walt. You’re not the only one it affects. What about your son? Don’t you wanna see your daughter grow up? I just… Walter: Of course I do. Skyler, you’ve read the statistics. These doctors…talking about surviving. One year, two years, like it’s the only thing that matters. But what good is it, to just survive if I am too sick to work, to enjoy a meal, to make love? For what time I have left, I want to live in my own house. I want to sleep in my own bed. I don’t wanna choke down 30 or 40 pills every single day, lose my hair, and lie around too tired to get up…and so nauseated that I can’t even move my head. And you cleaning up after me? Me, with…some dead man, some artificially alive…just marking time? No. No. And that’s how you would remember me. That’s the worst part. So…that is my thought process, Skyler. I’m sorry. I just…I choose not to do it.

Jesse: And that’ll cut through a lock? Because this is supposed to be one big-ass lock. Walter: In World War II, 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. [chuckles] 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 steel and destroy that gun forever. [He tosses the bag of thermite to Jesse, who flinches as he catches it.] Jesse: Jeez. Walter: So yes, I think it’ll cut through any lock we’re likely to find.