Skyler: He sells you pot? Walter: Marijuana, yeah. Skyler: Who's this Jesse Pinkman to you? Walter: He.sells me pot. Legs in one, torso in the other? Jesse: God. Walter: I don't suppose you could buy two bins. No store in town sells a plastic bin big enough for a body. White? Are you smoking weed? Oh my God! Wait a minute, is that my weed? What the hell, man? Make yourself at home, why don't you? Walter: So what did you end up buying? Jesse: Nothing. Understood? Jesse: Oh what, I can talk now? Fine! That goes double for me! Jesse: Oh shit. Our paths will never cross and we will tell this to no one. Cat's in the Bag Walter: After we finish cleaning up this mess, we will go our separate ways. Got some big cow house way out that way, like, two miles, but. th- that's something I need to know about. Listen, if you've gone crazy or something I mean, if y- if you've gone crazy or depressed, I'm just saying. Jesse: It's weird, is all, okay? It doesn't compute. man, some straight like you, giant stick up his ass, all of a sudden at age what, 60, he's just gonna break bad? Walter: I'm 50. Walter: Why do you do it? Jesse: Money! Mainly. Jesse: Wait, wait, hold up! (leans out the car window) Tell me why you're doing this. Jesse: Y-you are not how I remember you from class. Walter: This is all the money I have in the world. Jesse: Dude, this isn't even seven grand, alright? My guy wants eighty-five. Jesse: No, no, chili P is my signature, man! Walter: Not anymore. We will produce a chemically pure and stable product that performs as advertised. And the shit I cook is the bomb, so don't be telling me. Jesse: Prick! And let me tell you something else, this ain't chemistry. You flunked me, remember? Walter: No wonder. Walter: Did you learn nothing from my chemistry class? Jesse: No. You and, uh.and me? Walter: That's right. Jesse: You, uh.you want to cook crystal meth? You. I'm thinking.maybe you and I could partner up. What's his name – Emilio? Emilio is going to prison. Jesse: High school was a long time ago, okay? You ain't Welcome Back, Kotter, so step off. I mean, if you're planning on giving me some bull-winder about getting right with Jesus by turning myself in. Jesse: Look, I don't know what you think you're doing here, Mr. Walter: "Cap'n Cook?" That's not you? Like I said, no one is looking for you. There's a lot of money in it, huh? Jesse: I don't know what you're talking about. Honestly, I never expected you to amount to much, but methamphetamine? I didn't picture that. Jesse: Why are you here? Walter: I was curious. I just want you to know that no–no matter how it may look, I only had you in my heart. There are.there are going to be some things that you'll come to learn about me in the next few days. To all law enforcement entitles, this is not an admission of guilt. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. Pilot Walter: My name is Walter Hartwell White.
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