Negro Y Azul - Breaking Bad [S02E07]

Jesse, open the door.

Fat stacks, dead presidents, cash money.

This is Raisin Bran, not Raisin Bran Crunch.

"Please, Señor Saint. No DEA, please."

This ain't Branson, Missouri, know what I'm talking about?

You corner the market, then raise the price.

Our boys are ready. Gonna be some mad cheddar, yo.

The answer is no. Next time, apply yourself.

Yo. If I know you, leave a message.

It helps with my nausea.

I'm Heisenberg.

But that homey's dead He just doesn't know it yet

Hey, yourself.

Don't bullshit a bullshitter.

- Wish me luck. - Good luck.

Yo, bro, check it out. It's a satellite picture of you farting.

Straight up, straight up.

Spend it in good health, you miserable son of a bitch.

...a severed human head on a tortoise before.

Exponential growth.

Politics, man. Politics.

And that's church, yo. For real.

Layered, like nachos.

I got your fat man in my pants, bitch.

Yo, you're a real good drawer.