》Walter: Jesse, look at me, you are a blow fish. 》Jesse: What? 》Walter: A blow fish, think about it. Small in stature, not swift, not cunning, easy prey for predators, but the blow fish has a secret weapon, doesn't he? Doesn't he? What does the blow fish do, Jesse? What does the blow fish do? 》Jesse: I don't even know what... 》Walter: The blow fish puffs up, okay? The blow fish puffs himself up four, five times larger than normal but why? Why does he do that? Because it makes him intimidating, that's why. Intimidating so that the other scarier fish are scared off and that's you. You are a blow fish. Don't you see? It's just all, all an illusion. It's nothing but air. Now, who messes with the blow fish, Jesse? 》Jesse: Nobody.
“Well, then why should we do anything more than once? Should I just smoke this one cigarette? Maybe we should only have sex once, if it’s the same thing. Should we just watch one sunset? Or live just one day? Because it’s new every time. Each time is a different experience.”
“I am turning down you. Get it?! I want nothing to do with you. Ever since I met you everything I care about is gone. Ruined. Turned to shit. Dead. Ever since I hooked up with the great Heisenberg, I have never been more alone. I have nothing! No one!“