AMCtv original show Breaking Bad premiered January 20th, 2008.
#BreakingBad is generally regarded as the best drama series of all time.
rottentomatoes: 96
metacritic: 87
imdb: 9.5
emmys: 16 wins
golden globes: 2 wins
SAG awards: 3 wins
Walter White
Walter Hartwell White is a high-school chemistry teacher in Albuquerque, New Mexico.
Outstanding Lead Actor In A Drama Series
4 wins : 2008, 2009, 2010, 2014
Best Performance by an Actor in a Television Series – Drama
1 win: 2014
Outstanding Performance by a Male Actor in a Drama Series
“Oh, my God. Christ! Shit. Oh, God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Think, think, think. Oh, my gosh. Okay. Come on, come on, come on. Come on.”
“My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. To all law-enforcement entities, this is not an admission of guilt. I am speaking to my family now. Skyler. You are the love of my life. I hope you know that. Walter Jr. You’re my big man. There are– there are going to be some things– things that you’ll come to learn about me in the next few days. I just want you to know that no matter how it may look I only had you in my heart. Goodbye.”
“Oh. Look at that. Mm. Same time. Yeah. I think it’s getting better. It’s veggie bacon. We’re watching out cholesterol, I guess. How does it feel to be a smart-ass? Eat your veggie bacon. You’re all set? All right, see you at home.”
“Chemistry. It is the study of what? Anyone? Ben. Chemicals. No. Chemistry is… well, technically, chemistry is the study of matter. But I prefer to see it as the study of change. Now, just– just think about this. Electrons. They change their energy levels. Molecules. Molecules change their bonds. Elements. They combine and change into compounds. Well, that’s– that’s all of life, right? I mean, it’s just– it’s the constant, it’s the cycle. It’s solution, dissolution, just over and over and over. It is growth, then decay, then transformation. It is fascinating, really. Chad. Is there something wrong with your table? Okay, ionic bonds. Are you done? Ionic bonds. Chapter six.”
“One, two, three makes 10, and 10 makes 20. There’s your receipt. Just hand this disc to your car-wash professional. Thank you. Come again. Bogdan, no. We talked about this. Uh… yeah, I see it. Ooh. No, no, it’s just heavy. Hank, how much money is that? Wow. Well, that’s unusual, isn’t it? That kind of cash? Yeah, someday. Which one’s this? Oh. How’s it doing? Mm. What’s up? Mm. Car wash. Bogdan says he needs me. Probably 2, more like it. Um, actually, ahem, I was thinking of driving up to Los Alamos. They’ve got this– the visitor center has an exhibit on that’s really supposed to be– no, I’ll paint. It’s just that this– you know, this exhibition on the Mars-rover photographs are… I mean, the detail really is just supposed to be amazing. I know. I’ll paint. I will paint.”
“No, it’s– no… no, it’s nothing. He’s just… you know. Well, you gotta be careful about the baby and– oh, okay. This is so embarrassing. I am fine, honestly. It’s just some bug going around. First my wife had it, then my son, and now me. It’s just– it’s just like a chest cold. Could be some low blood sugar as well. I didn’t have the greatest breakfast this morning. Honestly, I didn’t. Hey, listen, can you do me a favor? Can you just, uh, drop me off at a corner somewhere? It’s just that I don’t have the greatest insurance. No. God, no. No, never. Why do you ask?”
“Yes? Yes. Lung cancer. Inoperable. Best-case scenario, with chemo, I’ll live maybe another couple years. It’s just you’ve got mustard on your… right there. You got mustard there. Right there. Hey. Um… oh, we needed printer paper. Okay. Oh, you know. I don’t know. It was, um, fine. What? Fuck you, Bogdan. I said, ‘fuck you.’ And your eyebrows. Wipe down this! Uh, Hank? Hank, it’s Walt. Hey. Oh, listen. I didn’t wake you, did I? Oh, good, good. Oh, no, no. Nothing’s wrong. I just… I’ve been thinking about that offer of that ride-along.”
“So what tells you it’s a meth lab? Phosphine gas. I think. Hank. Do you think I might get to go inside? See the actual lab? Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, my God. Pinkman? Hey. Uh, it’s me. I’m alone. You’re still in our filing system. So your– your aunt owns this place, right? Look, no one’s looking for you. I was curious. Honestly, I never expected you to amount to much… but methamphetamine. I– I didn’t picture that. There’s a lot of money in it, huh? No? Cap’n Cook? That’s not you? Like I said, no one is looking for you.”
“Not really. Short speech. You lost your partner today. What’s-his-name. Emilio? Emilio is going to prison. The DEA took all your money, your lab. You’ve got nothing. Square one. But you know the business and I know the chemistry. I’m thinking maybe you and I could partner up. That’s right. Either that, or I turn you in.”
Skylar White
Outstanding Lead Actress In A Drama Series
“Happy birthday. That is veggie bacon. Believe it or not. Zero cholesterol and you won’t even taste the difference. What time do you think you’ll be home? I don’t want him dicking you around tonight. You get paid till 5, you work till 5. No later. Ah-hah. You’re late again. I have an easy fix for that. You wake up early, and then you get to be the first person in the shower. Hm. Did you take your echinacea? Hey. Too bad. Eat it. Eat it.”
“Surprise! Oh, you’re so very late. Oh. Carmen, this is my sister, Marie. Hank. So charming. Um, that faux-Lalique vase I picked up at the Super-Swap. Well, I met my reserve and there’s still two minutes. You tell me, birthday boy. Oh, hey, so, what’s up for Saturday? Till what time? Noon, 1-ish? And then what after that? You’re not gonna paint? It’s just that I really need you to paint at some point. The sooner that back bedroom gets finished… and I’d do it myself, except you don’t want me on the stepladder. Okay.”
“What is going on down there? Is he asleep? Well, don’t worry about the baby. This is just for you. We are just doing you tonight. So just close your eyes, relax, and let it… close your eyes. Okay. There you go. That’s it. There you go. Keep it going. Keep it going. Keep– yes! Fifty-six.”
“So my records show that I paid it and I certainly don’t feel that we owe any late– yeah, all right. Well, I’ll check with the bank and maybe the post office if they lost it or something. Yeah, let me look into that. Okay. Thank you. Hey. Um, did you use the MasterCard last month? Uh, fifteen eighty-eight at Staples? Well, the MasterCard’s the one we don’t use. So how was your day?”
“Damned if I know. I described it as mosaic folk art. Yeah, some guy in Minneapolis. Fourteen dollars plus shipping. Yes. It’s not a novel, actually, which I– no. Short stories. I said that if eventually I have enough good ones, that maybe I’ll try and publish another collection. Yeah, well, maybe so. Oh. No. I mean, I’m just not at that stage where I…”
Walt Jr.
“Hey. Hey, happy birthday. Well, thank you. There was no hot water again. I have an idea. How about buy a new hot-water heater? How’s that idea? For the millionth-billionth time. What the hell is this? Not me. I want real bacon. N-not this fake crap. Phew. This smells like band-aids. So how does it feel to be old? Heh. Good. Yeah, I’m fine. Okay, see you.”
“Happy birthday, Dad. This is awesome. Yeah. Dad, come check this out. Come on, take it.”
Hank / Marie Schrader
“She’s showing a little. Hi.”
“Glock 22, that’s my daily carry, okay? I mean, unless you’re talking, what, Plus P Plus loads, you can forget the 9 mil, all right? Shit, In seen one of those bounce off a windshield one time. Hey. If you’re gonna bring a gun, baby, you gotta bring enough gun. Forty caliber. Nice, isn’t it? Yeah, check it out, Walt. That’s why they hire men. Hey, it’s not gonna bite you. Looks like Keith Richards with a glass of warm milk, doesn’t he?”
“Hey, Walt. Everybody, listen up, listen up, listen up. I’m gonna give a toast, a little toast to my brother-in-law. Come here. Walt, you got a brain the size of Wisconsin but we’re not gonna hold that against you. But your heart’s in the right place, man. Your heart’s in the right place. We love you, man. We love you. Everybody, to Walt. Nostrovia. Oh, shit. Turn on channel three. At which point, we apprehended three individuals and placed them in custody. I’m proud to say the outstanding professionalism of my agents at the Albuquerque District Office resulted in a substantial amount of methamphetamine being taken off the streets. No, ma’am. Our agents took the suspects by surprise.”
“Ten pounds? Hey, sit and spin, both of you. What? Sorry. You didn’t see that. Clearly an ongoing operation. One which was well-organized… it’s about 700 grand. It was a pretty good haul. It’s a good day for the citizens of Albuquerque when we can put this big a dent in the local drug trade. Mm. Well, it’s not the most we ever took. It’s easy money, till we catch you. Walt, just say the word and I’ll take on a ride-along. You can watch us knock down a meth lab, huh? Get a little excitement in your life.”
“Yo. It’s the last house on the right. See it? Not the two-story one, the one next to it. Kind of, uh, I don’t know what do you call that? Um, green? ‘Sage?’ What do you work at the fucking Pottery Barn? Jesus. ‘Cheese-dick.’ I know that one. How about that? Anyway, it’s the, um, sage one. See it? Just our snitch. Says some dude who goes by ‘Cap’n Cook’ lives up to his name in there. Says he always adds a dash of chili powder. Heh-heh. Ah, you exuberant Mexicans. Yeah? I’ll tell you what. I got you 20 bucks that says he’s a beaner. All right. Come on, come on, come on.”
“All right. School bus is clear. You got the green light. Watch this. Makes them shit. Meth labs are nasty on a good day. You mix that shit wrong and you got mustard gas. Yeah, exactly. One whiff will kill you. That’s why the respirators. Copy that. The suspect, might he be of the Latino persuasion? Hey, hey. First name, Emilio. That’s at least half a beaner. Tell you what, I’ll let you off for a 10. Whoa. Cheer up, Gomey. You people still got J. Lo.”
“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’ll tell you what, we’re gonna go peek our heads in check it out first. Stay here a minute. Let’s go, Frank.”
“What the hell is this? And somebody bought it? At this rate, in 50 or 60 years you’ll be rich. So how goes the novel? You’re not writing a novel? You told me you were. Those really didn’t sell. I just thought a novel would be easier to sell. Ever want me to read anything, I could critique it for you.”
Steve Gomez
“Yeah, with you shooting. Damn. The TV does add 10 pounds. Heh-heh.”
“Sage. Sage. That’s the word for it. My fault the only word your dumb-ass knows is ‘green?’ Uh-uh. ‘Cap’n Cook?’ That’s a white boy’s name. Dopey as hell too. All right. You’re on.”
“Asian. Pay up, sucker.”
Albuquerque, New Mexico
“Chemicals.”
“He’s not coming. He says he quits. I’m gonna run the register. I’m short-handed, Walter. What am I to do? Walter? What am I to do?”
“Hey, Mr. White. Make those tires shine, huh? Oh, my God. You will not believe who’s cleaning Chad’s car. Mr. White. From chemistry.”
“Really, I’m serious, Skyler. I mean, you’re flat as a washboard. You look awesome. She’s not showing at all, is she? Nice to meet you.”
“Were any shots fired?”
“Uh, no, sorry. Take a couple of deep breaths for me. Is there anybody you want us to contact for you? Lean forward for me, would you? Mr. White, are you a smoker?”
“Mr. White? Mr. White? You understood what I’ve just said to you? I’m sorry. I just need to make sure you fully understand. Walter. Hey, Walter. Tomorrow night I’m shorthanded. I need you outside to do wipe downs. Come on. I said I need you outside to do some wipe downs. Are you here to work, or to be staring at the skies? Come on. Let’s go. Come on, man. What?”
“Copy that. Go, go, go, go, go! House is clear. One suspect in custody. Driver’s license says ‘Emilio Koyama.'”
Jesse Pinkman
Outstanding Supporting Actor In A Drama Series
“How’d you find me? I own it. Why are you here? I don’t know what you’re talking about. Not a clue. Look, I don’t know what you think you’re doing here, Mr. White. I mean, if you’re planning on giving me some bull-winder about getting right with Jesus or turning myself in. High school was a long time ago. You ain’t Welcome Back, Kotter, so step off. No speeches.”
“You, uh– you wanna cook crystal meth? You. You and, uh– and me. Wow.”