Marie, I said Cheetos, not Fritos. I must’ve said Cheetos like ten times. You need me to write it down for you? Well, I’m just saying, y’know, I said Cheetos. Ch-ch-ch sound. Virtually impossible to confuse Cheetos with Fritos it seems to me. Where are you going?

So things are quiet, y’know? Not a lot of crystal on the streets right now. Well, we keep hearing a name. Heisenberg. Lately pretty much every dimebagger we come across. Yeah, I know. Maybe it’s a tweaker urban legend. Still, somebody somewhere is cooking that big blue we keep finding. Come here… closer… Asshole.

I think you know who Tuco Salamanca was. I think your car was there because you were there. Tuco had a bullet in him when I got there and I think you know something about that, too.

Sky, the, um… I know it’s none of my business, but uh… keeping him away from the kids? Whoa, whoa, no heavy lifting. I got it. Jesus, what you got in there – cinder blocks? If I have to guess, I’d say that’s Spanish for asshole. You? No. Only shooting that you do is into a Kleenex.