- Skyler White: I need support. Me! The almost 40-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, and is rotting out the floor of the utility closet and we can't even afford to fix it but OHH, I see, now I am 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, cuz God knows, she is the one with the really important problems.
- Hank Schrader: Want me to take a look at that utility closet?
- Walter White: [Walt tries to figure how much they need to make for his family to be financially secure] Adjusting for inflation-a good state college-adjusting for inflation, say $45,000 dollars a year. Two kids, 4 years of college: $360,000 dollars; remaining mortgage on the home: $107,000; Home equity line: $30,000; That's $137,000. Costs of living: food, clothing, utilities: say, two-grand a month. That should put a dent in it anyway. 24K a year provide, for say, 10 years, that's $240,000 dollars, plus 360 plus 137: Seven-thirty-seven. $737,000 dollars, that's what I need. You and I both clear about 70 grand a week, that's only 10 1/2 more weeks call it, or eleven. Eleven, call it eleven more drug deals and always in a public place from now on. It's doable. Definitely doable.
- Walter White: [showing Jesse a baggie of castor beans] We are going to process them into ricin.
- Jesse Pinkman: Rice and beans?
- Walter White: Ricin. It's an extremely effective poison. It's toxic in small doses. Also fairly easy to overlook during an autopsy.
- Jesse Pinkman: All right. All right. So...
- Walter White: [slapping his hand away] Don't touch them.
- Jesse Pinkman: Seriously, you can get poisoned from beans?
- Walter White: Yes. Back in the late '70s, ricin was used to assassinate a Bulgarian journalist. The KGB modified the tip of an umbrella to inject a tiny pellet into the man's leg. And we're talking about an amount not much bigger than the head of a pin.
- Jesse Pinkman: But it... it killed him?
- Walter White: Oh, yes. Now we just need to figure out a delivery device, and then no more Tuco.
- Steven Gomez: APD sent this over. This was about eight or ten days ago. You know Southwest Aniline, right?
- Hank Schrader: Yeah, off the 25? The place smells like feet.
- Steven Gomez: This is them. Check this out.
- Hank Schrader: [watching the surveillance tape] Holy shit. What was that?
- Steven Gomez: Thermite. So they tell me. Burns about 5,000 degrees. Kind of stuff you see on a James Bond movie.
- Hank Schrader: Nice. Guys who know their trade.
- [watching the perps carrying a barrel]
- Hank Schrader: Ah, wait. I take that back.
- [laughing]
- Hank Schrader: What, they didn't think about stealing a hand truck? Hey, try rolling it, morons. It's a barrel. It rolls. Jesus. So, what'd they get?
- Steven Gomez: Methylamine, 30 gallons.
- Hank Schrader: P2P? They're cooking old-school biker meth. Who the hell still does that?
- Steven Gomez: All the old timers I know are either dead or in prison.
- Hank Schrader: Pesudo's in short supply, so these two make do by changing the formula. That and the thermite, I'd say these two know their chemistry.
- Steven Gomez: But ranking them as burglars?
- Hank Schrader: [laughing again] Shit. I wouldn't trust these two to break into the Special Olympics. They got book learning but no street skills.
- Steven Gomez: Maybe they're college kids. Chem students trying to make a big score.
- Hank Schrader: Yeah, maybe. I tell you, 30 gallons of precursor... that big a score, they're gonna wind up stepping on some toes. I tell you what, they better pray it's us who catches up to 'em and not those boys from Juarez.
- Hank Schrader: Yeah, I recognize these two knobjobs. Known associates of a psychotic piece of shit named Tuco Salamanca.
- Steven Gomez: Guess he got tired of associating.
- Hank Schrader: [at a crime scene] Oh, this is beautiful. Hey, someone call Jay Leno. We got the world's dumbest criminal. This guy wasn't murdered. Look. Big stuff here was, uh, moving this guy's body when the, uh... the stack must have shifted. Crushed his arm, pinned him here, and he, uh, he bled out.
- Steven Gomez: Poetic justic. Oh, I love it.
- Hank Schrader: Don't you just? Hey, hey, get a photo of me with this guy, all right?
- [posing next to the body]
- Hank Schrader: Old stumpy here. Make sure you get the stump in there.
- Jesse Pinkman: [processing ricin] That's all it takes?
- Walter White: That's all it takes.
- Jesse Pinkman: So, now what?
- Walter White: Now we arrange our next meet. In a public place this time. Nice and safe. Business as usual. And, uh, after we sell him our usual four pounds, then we'll pull this out. "By the way, Tuco, this is a new meth formula we've been working on. Would you care to try it?"
- Jesse Pinkman: Okay, well, what's new about it? I mean, you know, just in case he asks. What do we say?
- Walter White: I don't know. Whatever you want. It gets the user insanely high. I mean, how much salesmanship do we really need? That degenerate snorts anything he gets his hands on.
- Walter White: If he wanted to kill us, he would've at the junkyard.
- Jesse Pinkman: What is that! Conjecture? Are you basing that on that he's got a normal healthy brain or something? Did you not see him beat a dude to death for, like, nothing? And that way, that way he just kept staring at us. Saying you're done. You're done? You wanna know what that means? I will tell you what that means. That means exactly how it sounds, yo! All right. We are witnesses. We are lose ends. Right now, Tuco's thinking, Yeah, Hey. They cook good meth, but? Can I trust them? What happens when he decides no?