Let’s just say I know a guy… who knows a guy… who knows another guy.
Christ, you two. All I can say is if I ever get anal polyps, I’ll know what to name them.[to Jesse about him and Walter]
The money laundering aspect is fairly straightforward. But I gotta tell ya, the not-telling-your-wife aspect? Most people want to know why they suddenly got rich.
That’s what the kids call ‘epic fail.’
That’s my legal opinion. Make hay while the sun is still shining.
Some people are immune to good advice.
Let’s start with some tough love, alright? Ready for this? Here it goes: You two suck at peddling meth. Period.
Even drug dealers need lawyers, right? Especially drug dealers.
Did you not plan for this contingency? Well, next time, plan for it, would you? The Starship Enterprise had a self-destruct button. I’m just saying.
You two wanna go stick your wangs in a hornet’s nest, it’s a free country, but how come I always gotta get sloppy seconds, huh?[to Jesse]
Who do I look like, Maury Povich? I’m not your marriage counselor.
What the hell is wrong with you? You act like you’re the first guy this ever happened to. I caught my second wife screwing my stepdad, okay? It’s a cruel world, Walt. Grow up.