Breaking Bad (TV Series)

Grilled (2009)

Dean Norris: Hank Schrader

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Quotes 

• Mrs. Pinkman : Are you with the police?

  Hank Schrader : No, ma'am. Not at all.

  [seeing her look] 

  Hank Schrader : I'm, uh, with the Drug Enforcement Administration.

  Mrs. Pinkman : Oh, my god. Is my son in trouble?

  Hank Schrader : I have absolutely no reason to think that, no.

  Mrs. Pinkman : Do I need to get a lawyer? You know, you don't seem very forthright about this, coming here and asking questions about my son...

  Hank Schrader : Mrs. Pinkman, I swear to you, I'm not here in an official capacity. I do not care what your son may or may not have done wrong. I just want to find my brother-in-law.

• Hank Schrader : [briefing his team about Tuco]  On the hit parade, 1998. Reputed to have whacked one "Dog" Paulson back when our homegrown bandidos were wrestling the crank trade away from the SoCal biker gangs. Also, we're pretty sure he knifed a Mexican national in '03. And for my money, seeing how he customarily deals with rivals, I'd say he is a prime suspect in the disappearance of our dearly missed Krazy-8. Hats over your heart for that dirtball.

  Steven Gomez : We hauled Tuco in for questioning on that one, but as ususal, we couldn't make it stick.

  Hank Schrader : Yeah, he runs a tight ship. Smug bastard. Uh, even worse, El Paso says he's got some kind of cartel connection.

  [murmurs from the crowd] 

  Hank Schrader : Yeah, yeah. I know it's, uh... we all know what's going on down there. We sure as hell don't want it going on up here, which brings us to the good news. We finally got some actual, honest-to-God evidence. This is one of Tuco's henchmen. Street name: No-Doze. Found him tucked in the junkyard along with Tuco's own brother-in-law, AKA Gonzo. Now, Gonzo, this rocket scientist, was moving No-Doze's body - uh, either hiding it there or pulling it out, we're still not sure - when he got his arm crushed clean off. Uh, anyone wanna see the photos, they're on my website. Hilarious. Anyway. The upshot is we got us a nice, big, juicy, bloody fingerprint, which belongs to Senor Tuco. Christmas came early to the Schrader household. That is, provided we find this guy. So to all present, I ask you, you wanna find this guy?

  [half-hearted calls of agreement] 

  Hank Schrader : What the hell was that? Jesus. Wanna try that again? Do you wanna find this guy?

  [more energetic calls of agreement] 

  Hank Schrader : Are we going to find this guy?

  [a chorus of yeses] 

  Hank Schrader : Louder, damn it!

  [more yeses] 

  Hank Schrader : Give me a "hell, yeah"!

  [they chorus it back] 

  Hank Schrader : Hell, yeah!

  [they chorus it back, then begin a "hell, yeah" chant] 

  Hank Schrader : [leaving with Gomez]  Whew. They ain't gonna find him. Guy's in Mexico by now. Appearances, Gomey. It's all about appearances.

• Hank Schrader : All right, everybody. Listen up. Tuco Salamanca. For those of you who were not with us this morning, we raided his headquarters. Also his last known address. Even the little den of iniquity he keeps for his meth-hag girlfriend. We netted a bunch of his lieutentants. The big man himself smelled us coming. So, study the face. Study the file. Get a big old raging hard-on at the idea of catching this piece of shit.

  [to a female employee] 

  Hank Schrader : Oh, my apologies to the HR department. Grow tumescent with anticipation.