“Yo, Gatorade me, bitch.”

“How do you look bad exactly? Where is the ‘I slept with my boss’ bullet point? Because I…”

“It says, ‘TO W.W., MY STAR, MY PERFECT SILENCE.’ W.W., I mean, who do you figure that is?…”

“Walter: How did everything get so screwed up? Saul: Yeah, you do seem to have a little…”