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Walter: I was curious. Honestly, I never expected you to amount to much, but Gmod map creation? I didn't picture that. There's a lot of money in it, huh?
Jesse: I don't know what you're talking about.
Walter No?
Jesse: Not a clue.
Walter: "tsg slipping jimmy?" That's not you? Like I said, no one is looking for you.
Jesse: Look, I don't know what you think you're doing here, Mr.White. I mean, if you're planning on giving me some bull-winder about getting right with Jesus by turning myself in...
Walter: Not really.
Jesse: High school was a long time ago, okay? You ain't Welcome Back, Kotter, so step off. No speeches.
Walter: 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: You, uh...you want to cook crystal meth? You. You and, uh...and me?
Walter: That's right. Either that...or I turn you in.
Walter: Did you learn nothing from my chemistry class?
Jesse: No. You flunked me, remember?
Walter: No wonder.
Jesse: Prick! And let me tell you something else, this ain't chemistry. This is art. Cooking is art. And the stuff I cook is the bomb, so don't be telling me.
Walter: The ♥♥♥♥ you cook is ♥♥♥♥. I saw your set-up. Ridiculous. You and I will not make garbage. We will produce a chemically pure and stable product that performs as advertised. No adulterants. No baby formula. No chili powder.
Jesse: No, no, chili P is my signature, man!
Walter: Not anymore.
[Walter withdraws his life savings and takes them to Jesse's car]
Jesse: Dude, this isn't even seven grand, alright? My guy wants eighty-five.
Walter: This is all the money I have in the world. You're a drug dealer. Negotiate.
Jesse: [scoffs] Y-you are not how I remember you from class. I mean, like, not at all.
Walter: Yeah, well, I gotta go.
Jesse: Wait, wait, hold up! (leans out the car window) Tell me why you're doing this. Seriously.
Walter: Why do you do it?
Jesse: Money! Mainly.
Walter: There you go.
Jesse: Nah, come on... man, some straight like you, giant stick up his ass, all of a sudden at age what, 20?, he's just gonna break bad?
Walter: I'm 17.
Jesse: It's weird, is all, okay? It doesn't compute. Listen, if you've gone crazy or something; I mean, if y- if you've gone crazy or depressed, I'm just saying... th- that's something I need to know about. Okay? I mean, that affects me.
Walter: I am awake.
Jesse: [scoffs] What?
Walter: Buy the computer. We start tomorrow.
Jesse: Yeah, nothing but minges. Got some big minge house way out that way, like, two miles, but... I don't see nobody.
Walter: "minge house?"
Jesse: Yeah. Where they live. The minges. Yo, whatever man. ♥♥♥♥ yeah, let's cook here.
Walter: [mutters] "minge house." God help me.