Breaking Bad - Season 1

Skyler: "[after having intense sex in a car] Where did that come from? And why was it so damn good?"
Walter: "Because it was illegal."

"I got two dudes that turned into raspberry slushie then flushed down my toilet. I can't even take a proper dump in there. I mean, the whole damn house has got to be haunted by now."

Walt: "Last time I checked, there was 16 ounces to a pound. What'd you do with the rest, smoke it?"
Jesse: "Yo I been out there all night slangin' crystal. You think it's cake movin' a pound of meth, one tenth at a time?"
Walt: "So why you selling it in such small quantities? Why don't you just sell the whole pound at once?"
Jesse: "To who? What do I look like? Scarface?"
Walt: "This is unacceptable. I am breaking the law here. This return is too little for the risk. I thought you'd be ready for another pound today."
Jesse: "You may know a lot about chemistry, man. But you don't know jack about slangin' dope."

Tuco Salamanca: "What's your name?"
Walt: "Heisenberg."
Tuco Salamanca: "Have a seat, Heisenberg."

Walter: "We have to move our production bulk wholesale now. How do we do that?"
Jesse: "What do you mean? To, like, a distributor?"
Walter: "Yes. Yes, that's what we need. We need a distributor now. Do you know anyone like that?"
Jesse: "Yeah. I mean, I used to until you killed him."

"You've read the statistics sheet, these doctors talking about surviving, one year, two years, like it's the only thing that matters. But what good is it to survive if I'm too sick to work, to enjoy a meal, to make love. For what time I have left, I want to live in my own house, I want to sleep in my own bed. I don't want to choke down 40 or 50 pills every single day, and lose my hair, lie around, too tired to get up, and so nauseated that I can't even move my head. You cleaning up after me. Me... me some um... some dead man, some artifically alive, just marking time... No. And that's how you would remember me. That's the worst part. So... that is my thought process, Skyler... I'm sorry, it's just I choose not to do it."

Hank: "Operation Ice-breaker. How you likin' that? We never used that before, did we?"
Steven: "Isn't that the name of a breath mint?"
Hank: "What?"
Steven: "Ice-breakers, right? Breath mint?"
Hank: "Nobody's gonna be thinkin' that. Be thinkin' about some big-ass ship at the North Pole, breakin' ice!
Steven: Says you. I'm gonna be thinking 'Operation Breath Mint'."
Hank: "I'm thinking 'Operation Breath Mint' every time you and me are on a stakeout together, all right? Breath could knock a buzzard off a shitwagon. All right! Operation... TBD. Thanks for nothing, Gom."

"You know I, I just think, that ah, things have a way of working themselves out."