Rabid Dog

Breaking Bad 5×12

& Skyler: So, um, pump malfunction?

& Walter: I just need to explain to him why that had to happen.
    Saul: Okay, but say, you know, just for the sake of argument, the kid’s not in the mood for a nuanced discussion of the virtues of child poisoning. You know, his plans are running more towards stabbing you to death with a pointed stick. In that scenario, then what?
    Walter: ... You have a suggestion?
    Saul: We were wondering if maybe this isn’t an “Old Yeller” type situation.
    Walter: “Old Yeller”?
    Saul: Yeah, Old Yeller was the best, most loyal dog there ever was. I mean, everybody loved that mutt, but one day he showed up rabid, and Little Timmy, for Old Yeller’s own sake, had to, uh... Oh, you— you saw the movie.
    Walter: You’re full of colorful metaphors, aren’t you, Saul? Belize, Old Yeller... Just brimming with advice.

& Walter: We all need to just take a deep breath and calm down, because Jesse isn’t just some— some— some rabid dog. This is a person.
    Skyler: A person that is a threat to us! ... After everything we’ve done, you can’t just talk to this person.
    Walter: You’re s-saying that I just... What— what exactly are you saying?
    Skyler: We’ve come this far. For us. What’s one more?

& Hank: You really wanna burn him down? Let’s do it together.

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& Marie: Saxitotoxin. “Derived from shellfish. Produces a flaccid paralysis that leaves the victim conscious through a progression of symptoms. Death occurs from respiratory failure.” That is definitely a contender.
    Marie’s shrink: Marie, you’re not ready to fill me in here, that’s fine. But I want you to listen. There is no problem, no matter how difficult or painful or seemingly unsolvable, that violence won’t make worse.
    Marie: I know. I... Don’t worry. I wouldn’t hurt anybody. I just... It just feels good to think about it.

& Hank: I know it sounds crazy, but this is the best place for him. For now. Just for a day or two, tops.
    Marie: Okay, just answer me this one question... Is this bad for Walt?
    Hank: Yeah. Very.
    Marie: Good. I’m staying. I’ll heat up lasagna.

& Hank: Come on. Just, uh, tell us everything you remember. Any business dealings, any personal dealings, any criminal activity you were a witness or a party to. Anything and everything. Just tell us your story, okay? Start from the beginning. When did you first meet Walter White?

& Hank: You believe him?
    Gomez: Yeah. I do, unfortunately. And I hate to admit it, but I think the kid is right. There is no physical evidence, not that I heard.
    Hank: Yeah, well, no weapons, no bodies, no working lab. Just the word of one nut-job meth-head against Mr. Rogers-Has-A-Lung-Tumor.

& Hank: Nothing’s gonna happen to you. I mean, the Plaza’s one of the most wide-open public places in all of Albuquerque. It’s middle of the day. And Agent Gomez and I will be right there with you.
    Jesse: Look— look, you two guys are just... guys, okay? Mr. White— he’s the devil.

& Gomez: What if the kid’s right? What if it’s a trap?
    Hank: “The kid”? Oh, you mean the junkie murderer that’s dribbling all over my guest bathroom floor? Well, then, he’s right. Pinkman gets killed, and we get it all on tape.

& Hank: Pancho Villa, Salma Hayek. Pancho Villa, Salma Hayek. You getting that?
    Gomez: Loud and clear, idiota.

& Jesse: I decided that burning down your house is nothing. Next time, I’m gonna get you where you really live.

& Walter: Todd, I think I might have another job for your uncle.
Ω Suspense.
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