Top Breaking Bad Inspirational Images Quotes and Sayings
Bryan Cranston – Walter White quotes
Anna Gunn – Skyler White quotes
Aaron Paul – Jesse Pinkman quotes
Dean Norris – Hank Schrader quotes
Betsy Brandt – Marie Schrader quotes
RJ Mitte – Walter White, Jr. quotes
Bob Odenkirk – Saul Goodman quotes
Giancarlo Esposito – Gustavo “Gus” Fring quotes
Jonathan Banks – Mike Ehrmantraut quotes
Krazy-8: Walter, you getting to know me is not gonna make it any easier for you to kill me. Not that I mind, you understand.
Walter: You know, you keep telling me that I don’t have it in me. Well, maybe, maybe not. I sure as hell am looking for any reason not to. I mean, any good reason at all. Sell me. Tell me what it is.
Krazy-8: I guess I’d start off by promising that if you let me go, I won’t come after you. That you’d be safe. I guess I’d say what happened between us never happened. And what’s best for both parties is we forget all about it. But you know that anybody in my situation would make promises like that, and though in my case they happen to be true, you’d never know for sure. So what else can I tell you?
Walter: I don’t know. But you gotta convince me and you’re going nowhere until you do.
Skyler: Can I call them and tell them you’ll start next week?
Walter: I just think that we need to…discuss it a little more, that’s all.
Skyler: What is there to discuss? You’re going to get the best treatment and he’s the best.
Walter: Well, there’s the money discussion. $90,000 out of pocket. Maybe more.
Skyler: There’s a way, Walt. There’s financing, there’s installment plans. I could always go back to work. Walt, there’s always a way.
Walter: Alright. Skyler, say that there is a way, and we spend all that money, and…am I supposed to leave you with all that debt? I just don’t want emotions ruling us. Maybe treatment isn’t the way to go.
Walter Jr.: Then why don’t you just fucking die already? Just give up and die.
George Merkert: So Hector Salamanca killed Fring. Then who gave Salamanca the bomb?
Hank: A whole lot of questions. Not much in the way of answers. Yet.
Gomez: The APD did find some of Fring’s financials. That just might lead to something.
George Merkert: I had him out to my house. Fourth of July, cooked out in the backyard. My son shucked the corn, my daughter cut up potatoes. Fring brought sea bass. Every time I grill it now, I make a little foil pouch, just like he showed me. That whole night, we were laughing, telling stories, drinking wine. And he’s somebody else completely…
[An expression of realization dawns on Hank’s face]
George Merkert: …Right in front of me. Right under my nose.
[Walter is preparing home-made thermite in Jesse’s kitchen for their raid on the chemical supply warehouse.]
Jesse: So what’s this stuff called again?
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 solid steel and destroy that gun forever.
[He tosses the bag of thermite to Jesse, who flinches as he catches it.]
Walter: So yes, I think it’ll cut through any lock we’re likely to find.
Skinny Pete: What do you think all those sparkles and shit are? Transporters are breaking you apart right down to your molecules and bones. They’re makin’ a copy. That dude who comes out on the other side? He’s not you. He’s a color Xerox.
Badger: So you’re telling me every time Kirk went into the transport he was killing himself? So over the whole series, there was, like, 147 Kirks?
Skinny Pete: At least. Dude, no, why do you think McCoy never liked to beam nowhere? ‘Cause he’s a doctor, bitch! Look it up, it’s science!
Walter: Gus Fring is dead, and he was the threat. He was the danger.
Skyler: I thought you were the danger.
[Jesse is explaining how he will kill Tuco]
Jesse: Alright, say we set up one last sale, this is providing he doesn’t decide to waste us before then. Now every time we bring in a new batch he always tests the product, right? So as his head is down, y’know giving it a snort, just pop, pop, pop!
Walter: Pop, pop, pop? So three shots?
Jesse: Yeah, three shots, or I dunno, two?
Walter: Wait, so is it two or is it three?
Jesse: I mean, two would probably work, I guess, yeah.
Walter: Okay, two shots. Two shots in the chest, two shots in the face, what?
Jesse: Man, c’mon!
Walter: No, I am just trying to understand how this works!
Jesse: Look, it’s got five bullets. I finally figured out how to…[Jesse struggles to open the gun]…look, I just finally…[Jesse gives up]…I figured it out. I say we get a second gun. Right? For you? I mean, don’t we like double our chances? I mean, mathematically?
Walter: I’ve got a better idea.
Jesse: Oh thank God!
Skyler: I need support. Me, the almost forty year old pregnant woman with the surprise baby on the way. And the husband with lung cancer who disappears for hours on end and I don’t know where he goes and he barely even speaks to me anymore. With the moody son who does the same thing. And the overdrawn checking account. And the lukewarm water heater that leaks rusty looking crap and is rotting out the floor of the utility closet and we can’t even afford to fix it! But oh, I see! Now I’m supposed to go, “Hank, please, what can I possibly do to further benefit my spoiled, kleptomaniac bitch sister who somehow always manages to be the center of attention?” ‘Cause God knows she’s the one with the really important problems!
Marie: Well, which supermarket? Is it like a big one? Like a chain?
Marie: Don’t get me wrong. I think it’s just great that he’s, y’know, back and he’s feeling better. I just, I mean, he…naked. He was naked naked in a supermarket. It wasn’t Whole Foods, was it?
Jesse: So what’s the story? Did you get to Mike?
Jesse: He get out safe?
Walter: He’s gone.
Jesse: Alright. So what about those nine guys? They got no reason not to talk now. So what do we do?
Walter: “We?” Who’s we? There is no we anymore. I’m the only vote left. And I’ll handle it.
[Jesse walks out, then turns to look back. Walter shuts the garage door]
Walter: What? What, you don’t believe me?
Officer Cavanaugh: Sir, regardless of how that windshield was damaged, this car is unsafe to drive in this condition. Stay in the car, please.
Walter: Wait. Wait just a minute. Just one minute.
Officer Cavanaugh: Sir, I asked you to stay in the vehicle.
Walter: No, no, no. I can get out of my own damn car.
Officer Cavanaugh: Sir, listen– No, no, no.
Walter: You listen to me. It’s time for you to listen to me.
Officer Cavanaugh: Sir, what you need to do is take a deep breath, calm down. This is America. and get back in that car now.
Walter: I have rights. Do you understand that? At least have the common decency to hear me out.
Officer Cavanaugh: I need you to step back right now.
Walter: Did you even hear what I said?
Officer Cavanaugh: Sir, calm down.
Walter: Now you’re giving me a ticket? I told you that my house was in the debris field. Do you have the remotest inkling of what that means?
Officer Cavanaugh: Sir, calm down.
Walter: Hellfire rained down on my house.
Officer Cavanaugh: Sir, I need you to step back now.
Walter: Where my children sleep!
Gus: I told you before. You will not kill Walter White. Not until my business with him is concluded.
Marco: We’ve waited long enough. We won’t wait any longer.
Gus: You’ll have to. The decision is not yours to make. Explain to me…why this man White? He betrayed your cousin Tuco, yes. But he’s not the one who murdered him. Was there not another man who pulled the trigger?
Marco: A DEA agent. Bolsa says the DEA is off-limits.
Gus: North of the border is my territory. My say. As a show of respect…I say yes. The agent’s name is Hank Schrader. May his death satisfy you.
[Marie has gone on a shopping run for Hank]Marie: I had to go to three different places to get the moisturizer that you liked, but I got that and I got your Shiner Bock and your chips and – I couldn’t resist – the complete encyclopedia to fantasy football. Look, it has all the latest rankings.
Hank: [looking at the chips] Marie, I said Cheetos, not Fritos.
Marie: Wait, I–
Hank: I must’ve said Cheetos like ten times. You need me to write it down for you?
Marie: No, and I don’t need you to be mean about it either, Mr. Grumpy.
Hank: Well, I’m just saying, y’know, I said Cheetos. Ch-ch-ch sound. Virtually impossible to confuse Cheetos with Fritos it seems to me. Where are you going?
Marie: Back to the store, I guess. [throws Hank the fantasy football magazine] Here.
Hank: And the draft is not for two months so this is useless!
[Skyler forces Walt to rehearse with her a conversation so they can announce to Hank their purchase of the car wash without arousing suspicion]
Walter: “I’m terribly, terribly ashamed of my actions.”
Walter: Two terribly’s?
Skyler: It’s supposed to show contrition.
Walter: OK, I would just never use that word. I would never say the word “terribly.”
Skyler: Phrase it however you want. OK, you’re jumping ahead. Now…
Walter: And why am I so ashamed?
Skyler: Do I really need to answer that?
Walter: I was – and am – providing for our family.
Skyler: Let’s just pick up where we left off.
Walter: I’m “weak”, I’m “out of control”. I mean, this whole thing makes me look like crap.
Skyler: This has to be a warts-and-all story, Walt. This is how we both sell it and we both look bad.
Walter: How do you look bad exactly? Where is the “I slept with my boss” bullet point? Because I can’t seem to find that anywhere.
Skyler: For a fired school teacher who cooks crystal meth, I say you’re coming out pretty much ahead.
Walter: [on phone] Yes, hello. I need a cab… Yes, thank you. The name is White… I’m at the Pavilion parking lot on University… Oh yes, that’s right, just south of the airport…. Oh, that would be great, thank you. Oh, how long do you think that would take? [The Dodge Challenger explodes] No, I’m sure he’ll see me. Thank you.
[Skyler shows up “late” for Ted’s IRS audit]
Skyler: Oh, I am so sorry I am late! I got lost. Hey, Ted.
Skyler: Whew, this building is so confusing! There are doors everywhere! Hi. You are?
James: Special Agent James Picarus.
Skyler: Ooh, special.
Skyler: It’s true. The cancer’s back. Is this it?
Walter: Does that make you happy?
Skyler: I can’t remember the last time I was happy.
Walter: Just tell me. I know you talked with Hank. I know you made a deal. Skyler, I’ll make this easy. I’ll give myself up if you promise me one thing: you keep the money. Never speak of it, never give it up. You pass it on to our children, give them everything. Will you do that? Please? Please, don’t let me have done all this for nothing.
Skyler: The way Hank talks, he’s got his suspicions. Not much else. You can’t give yourself up without giving up the money. That’s the way this works, Walt. So maybe our best move here is to stay quiet.
Jesse: Why are you here?
Walter: I was curious. Honestly, I never expected you to amount to much, but methamphetamine? I didn’t picture that. There’s a lot of money in it, huh?
Jesse: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Jesse: Not a clue.
Walter: “Cap’n Cook?” That’s not you? Like I said, no one is looking for you.
Jesse: Look, I don’t know what you think you’re doing here, Mr. White. I mean, if you’re planning on giving me some bullshit about getting right with Jesus by turning myself in…
Walter: Not really.
Jesse: High school was a long time ago. You ain’t Welcome Back, Kotter, so step off. No speeches.
Walter: Short speech. You lost your partner today. What’s his name – Emilio? Emilio is going to prison. The DEA took all your money, your lab. You got nothing. Square one. But you know the business. And I know the chemistry. I’m thinking…maybe you and I could partner up.
Jesse: You, uh…you want to cook crystal meth? You. You and, uh…and me?
Walter: That’s right. Either that…or I turn you in.
Jesse: You got a brother in the goddamned DEA?!
Jesse: You said you were just doing some ride-along! Yes or no, do you have a brother in the DEA?
Jesse: Oh, now there’s a load off my mind.
Walt: Where did you hear that?
Jesse: Your freaking wife told me when she was here all up on my shit! Yeah, that’s right. She almost caught me moving Emilio! Good job wearing the pants in the family! And why did you go telling her I was selling you weed?
Walt: Because somehow it seemed preferable to admitting that I cook crystal meth and killed a man.