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Tuco: (referring to Walt and Jesse) Mr. Clean and his boy!
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Open House Goer: (Tries to enter basement) I just want to see the basement.
Jesse: (Holding door) It's occupied!
Open House Goer: It's not a bathroom?!
Jesse: You ain't seeing the basement b****. House is not for sale. All of you, get the hell out.
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Walt: Well this thing's not going anywhere (Smoke rises from the RV's front end).
Jesse: Well we're not cooking on my damn driveway, I'll tell you that.
(Cuts to next scene: 20 gallon tin of methylamine tumbles down a flight of stairs to the basement)
Walt: What part of "slow it down" did you not understand!
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Walt: Here. (Hands Jesse a knitted ski-type toque with bright colors)
Jesse: What the hell's this?
Walt: It's all they had!
Jesse: You go to another store. If this is all they had you're in the wrong place.
Walt: Just put it on.
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Jesse: (After Walt tells him the lie about going to a sweatlodge and while carrying heavy a canister of gas) Sweatlodge?
Walt: Yeah.
Jesse: I'm already sweating, help me out.
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Jesse: Junkyard… let me guess – you picked this place?
Walt: What's wrong with it. It's private.
Jesse: This, this is like a non-criminal idea of a meeting place. This is like, oh I saw this in a movie, look at me.
Walt: So where do you transact your business, enlighten me.
Jesse: I don't know… how 'bout Taco Cubesa. Open 24 hours, no one ever gets shot.
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Jesse: So you do have a plan! Yeah Mr. White. Yay science!
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Tuco: (at the junkyard) What are we doing way the hell out here? What, did they close the mall or something?