Walter H. White : Chemistry is, well technically, chemistry is the study of matter. But I prefer to see it as the study of change.
Walter H. White : My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico. 87104. To all law enforcement entities, this is not an admission of guilt. I am speaking to my family now.
[covers camera momentarily]
Walter H. White : Skyler, you are the love of my life, I hope you know that. Walter junior, you're my big man. There are... there are going to be some things, things that you'll come to learn about me in the next few days. I just want you to know that, no matter how it may look, I only had you in my heart. Goodbye.
Walter H. White : It's me. I'm alone.
Jesse Pinkman : How'd you find me?
Walter H. White : You're still in our filing system. So your aunt owns this place right?
Jesse Pinkman : I own it.
Walter H. White : No one's looking for you.
Jesse Pinkman : Why are you here?
Walter H. White : I was curious. Honestly, I never expected you to amount to much, but methamphetamine? I didn't picture that. There's a lot of money in it, huh?
Jesse Pinkman : I don't know what you're talking about.
Walter H. White : No?
Jesse Pinkman : Not a clue.
Walter H. White : "Cap'n Cook?" That's not you? Like I said, no one is looking for you.
Jesse Pinkman : Look, I don't know what you think you're doing here, Mr. White. I mean, if you're planning on giving me some bullshit about getting right with Jesus by turning myself in...
Walter H. White : Not really.
Jesse Pinkman : High school was a long time ago. You ain't "Welcome Back Kotter", so step off.
Walter H. White : No speeches. Short speech. You lost your partner today. What's his name - Emilio? Emilio is going to prison. The DEA took all your money, your lab. You got nothing. Square one. But you know the business and I know the chemistry. I'm thinking... maybe you and I could partner up.
Jesse Pinkman : You want to cook crystal meth? You and, uh... and me?
Walter H. White : That's right. Either that... or I turn you in.
Jesse Pinkman : Dude, this isn't even seven grand, all right? My guy wants 85.
Walter H. White : This is all the money I have in the world. You're a drug dealer. Negotiate.
Jesse Pinkman : You are not how I remember you from class. I mean, like, not at all.
Walter H. White : Yeah, well, I gotta go.
Jesse Pinkman : Wait. Wait. Hold up. Tell me why you're doing this. Seriously.
Walter H. White : Why do you do it?
Jesse Pinkman : Money, mainly.
Walter H. White : There you go.
Jesse Pinkman : Nah, come on, man. Some straight like you, giant stick up his ass all a sudden at age, what, 60, he's just gonna break bad?
Walter H. White : I'm 50.
Jesse Pinkman : It's weird, is all. Okay, it doesn't compute. Listen, if you've gone crazy or something, I mean, if you... If you've gone crazy, or depressed. I'm... I'm just saying. That... That's something I need to know about. Okay, I mean, that affects me.
Walter H. White : I am awake.
Jesse Pinkman : What?
Walter H. White : Buy the RV. We start tomorrow.
Walter H. White : [Jesse falls from a window] Oh my God! Pinkman?
Walter H. White : Here's you receipt and just hand this claiming disk to your car wash professional. Thank you, come again.
[examining their first batch of meth]
Jesse Pinkman : This is glass-grade. You got... Jesus, you got crystals two, three inches long. This is pure glass! You're a goddamn artist! This is... this is art, Mr. White!
Walter H. White : [embarrassed] Actually, it's just basic chemistry. But thank you, Jesse, I'm glad it's acceptable.
Jesse Pinkman : [laughs] "Acceptable"? You're the goddamn Iron Chef!
Jesse Pinkman : [seeing Walter taking his clothes off] Uh, what are you doing?
Walter H. White : These are my good clothes. You can't go home smelling like a meth lab.
Jesse Pinkman : Uh, yeah, you can. I do.
[seeing him in his tighty-whities]
Jesse Pinkman : Those? Wow. Those, uh... you're keeping those on, right?