Aaron Paul: Jesse Pinkman

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Jesse Pinkman

Jesse Pinkman: Yo, I get I shouldn't call, but I'm in a situation over here, and I need my money.
Walter H. White: I just gave you $600.
Jesse Pinkman: Yeah, and thanks, Daddy Warbucks, but that was before my housing situation went completely testicular on me, okay?

Walter H. White: [spotting the RV outside his house] What is wrong with you? Why are you blue? Ugh, Jesus.
Jesse Pinkman: I'm sorry. Let's just say it starts with my parents being greedy, kleptomaniac douchebags.
Walter H. White: Are you actually this stupid?
Jesse Pinkman: No, look. I know this isn't optimal...
Walter H. White: To come to my house and park on my street, driving this vehicle. I mean, what the hell is wrong with you? I'm-I'm really asking.
Jesse Pinkman: Nothing. I'm sorry. I just...
Walter H. White: What if Skyler had seen you? Huh? What then? What was the plan then, genius, huh?
Jesse Pinkman: I don't know.
Walter H. White: You don't know. You know why you don't know? Because you don't think. That's why. You don't think. You never figured out how to think, did you, Pinkman?

Jesse Pinkman: I just need my half of the money, and I will go.
Walter H. White: Your half? There is no "your half" of the money. There is only my all of it. Do you understand? Why should I be penalized because of your sloppiness?
Jesse Pinkman: Look, that is completely uncool, all right? We agreed, 50/50 partners.
Walter H. White: Partners in what? What exactly do you do here? I've been meaning to ask, because I'm the producer, right? I cook. But from what I can tell, you are just a drug addict. You are a pathetic junkie, too stupid to understand and follow simple, rudimentary instructions. Too stupid to re...
[Jesse grabs him and begins a physical fight]

Clovis: [cocks shotgun] Hands up, asshole!
Jesse Pinkman: Yo, yo, yo! It's cool.
Clovis: So help me, I will spread you!
Jesse Pinkman: No, please, no, all right? It's me, okay? It's Jesse! All right? Look, this is my RV. You towed it. Your cousin Badger, remember?
Clovis: What the hell you doing here? You smell like shit!
Jesse Pinkman: It's a long story.
Clovis: So I fixed up your felonious rolling laboratory here, 750 for the repair. Make it a grand counting the toilet, plus the 500 you already owe me and you're good to drive on out of here to someplace far away.
[pause]
Clovis: Upwind.

Mrs. Pinkman: You have two sets of keys and the padlock to the garage. Leave them on the kitchen counter when you leave.
Jesse Pinkman: No, mom, mom, mom! Hey, where am I stu-pposed to go?
Mrs. Pinkman: I don't know, sweetheart. But please, turn your life around.
Jesse Pinkman: Yeah, this is gonna help bigtime with that. Bitch!