Confessions

Breaking Bad 5×11

& Todd: Hey, Mr. White. It’s me. Um, I know you’re probably real busy with retirement, but I just... I got some news I think that you should maybe know about.

& Uncle Jack: Ever been on a plane and find yourself looking down at the armrest next to you, looking at the little plug where the ashtray used to go? I look at that and I say, “What the hell happened to this country?”
    Frankie: Nanny state. I see a kid with a bicycle helmet on, I wanna smack the shit out of him. Like, for his own good.

& Jesse: Eat me.

& Saul: I don’t know, but... happy people usually don’t go around... throwing millions of dollars away.

& Jesse: Jesus. Just chill out.
    Saul: Chill out? No— no, I don’t chill out right now, ’cause things have gone nuclear.

& Skyler: Walt. Are you sure about this?
    Walter: It’s the only way... Okay. I’m ready. My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession.

Ω Brilliant. Brilliant!

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& Walter: What do I have to do to make you believe me?
    Marie: Why don’t you kill yourself, Walt?

& Saul: If I were you, I’d be more nervous. ... Ugh. Jesus. It’s always a desert.

& Saul: Are we gonna talk about the rain of caca the kid brought down upon us? Do you want to hazard a guess what his little charity drive cost you?
    Walter: Why don’t you go take a walk, Saul?

& Saul: Some people are immune to good advice.

& Saul: In case something goes wrong— guy doesn’t show, whatever— you give me a call.
    Jesse: Seriously? Hello Kitty?
    Saul: “Seriously?” It’s free.

& Saul: Good-bye, Jesse Pinkman. Hello, Mr. Credit to Society.

& Saul: Want a suggestion? How about Florida? You get a tan, meet the Swedish bikini team, you know, swim with the dolphins.
    Jesse: What about... Alaska?

& Jesse: Alaska. Alaska’s good.
    Saul: Anywhere you can get a fresh start is gonna be good.

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