#breakingbadquotes

[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?

Mike: Any other drugs in the house? Think hard. Your freedom depends on it. [Jesse shakes his head] What about guns? You got any guns in the house? [Jesse shakes his head] Here’s your story: You woke up. You found her. That’s all you know. Say it. Say it, please. ‘I woke up. I found her. That’s all I know.’ [Jesse begins to cry. Mike slaps him] Say it. 'I woke up. I found her. That’s all I know.’ Jesse: I woke up. I found her. That’s all I know. Mike: Again. Jesse: I woke up. I found her. That’s all I know. Mike: Again. Again. Jesse: I woke up. I found her. That’s all I know. I woke up. I found her. That’s all I know. Mike: Once you call it in, the people who show up will be with the Office of Medical Investigations. That’s primarily who you’ll talk to. Police officers may arrive, they may not. Depends on how busy a morning they’re having. Typically OD’s are not a high priority call. There’s nothing here to incriminate you so I’d be amazed if you got placed under arrest. However, if you do, you say nothing. You tell them you just want your lawyer and you call Saul Goodman. And do I need to state the obvious? I was not here. You put on a long sleeve shirt and cover those track marks on your arm. [hands Jesse a phone]Count down from twenty and then you dial. Hang tough. You’re in the home stretch.

Walter: God...It's a disaster. Saul: It is not a disaster. It's not a disaster, alright? She's not going to the cops, she's not telling a living soul. You wanna know why? One word: blowback. If she blabs, it'll be a disaster – for her. That DEA brother-in-law? Screwed! You were right under his nose. He'll be lucky if they let him bust glue sniffers at the hobby shop. The kids? Paging Dr. Phil! "My daddy's a drug dealer and my mommy turned him in!" And the house? Gone! The feds will come in and RICO her and the kids out on the street. Good luck arguing with them on that, noooo. It's not gonna happen. She's bluffing. And she knows it.