Jonathan Banks

Mike: "You're on thin ice, you little shithead. You know that?"
Jesse: "You ain't gonna smoke that dude in there. You know how I know? 'cause you went to the trouble of putting a blindfold on him."

"You know Walter, sometimes it doesn't hurt to have someone watching your back."

"You! ... Are not the guy. You're not capable of being the guy. I had a guy, but now I don't. You ... are not the guy."

"Keys... scumbag! It's the universal symbol for keys."

"Now I don't know what kind of movies you've been watching, but here in the real world, we don't kill eleven people as some kind of prophylactic measure."

Mike: "The woman put a hit out on me."
Walter: "Seriously?"
Jesse: "Wait. A hit? What? Like the mafia?"
Mike: "Yeah, like the mafia."

"Shut the fuck up. Let me die in peace."

Mike: "All of this, falling apart like this, is on you."
Walter: "Wow. [laughing] Wow! Oh, that's some kind of logic right there, Mike. You screw up, get yourself followed by the DEA, and now, suddenly, this is all my fault. Why don't you walk me through this, Mike?"
Mike: "We had a good thing, you stupid son of a bitch! We had Fring. We had a lab. We had everything we needed, and it all ran like clockwork. You could've shut your mouth, cooked and made as much money as you ever needed. It was perfect. But, no, you just had to blow it up. You and your pride and your ego! You just had to be the man. If you'd done your job, known your place, we'd all be fine right now."