Kim Wexler: Eighty-six years. Jimmy McGill: Eighty-six years. But with good behavior... who knows?

If you don't like where you're heading, there's no shame in going back and changing your path.

Samantha Small: Mr. Goodman, sit down and stay seated. Jimmy McGill: The name's McGill. I'm James McGill.

I wasn't there when the meth was cooked. I wasn't there when it was sold. I didn't witness any of the murders, but I damn well knew it was happening. I was more than a willing participant. I was indispensable. I kept Walter White out of jail, I laundered his money, I lied for him, I conspired with him, and I made millions. If he hadn't walked into my office that day, Walter White would have been dead or behind bars within a month. And Agent Schrader and Agent Gomez and a whole lot of other people would still be alive. Fact is, Walter White couldn't have done it without me.

It's showtime.

DDA Oakley: Kim's already got a civil suit hanging over her head. You give the government more, maybe they bring the hammer down. What more are you gonna get? What's left? Jimmy McGill: You don't understand. It's really good ice cream.

So you were always like this.

Jimmy McGill: How could you never tell me about this? We could have done something with this. Wrongful termination, intellectual property theft, patent fraud. I mean, I coulda sunk my teeth into this! Walter White: You'd have been the last lawyer I'd have gone to.

George Castellano: And you think jurors are gonna buy that? Jimmy McGill: One. All I need is one.

They tell me they found you in a garbage dumpster. Well, that makes sense.

DDA Oakley: Where do you see this ending? Jimmy McGill: Where do I see it ending? With me on top. Like always.

This is how they get you?

There's a criminal standing in my kitchen, threatening me! He's a wanted man, and his name is Saul Goodman!

Jesse Pinkman: Anyway, this guy... any good? Kim Wexler: When I knew him, he was.

Have a nice life, Kim.

Jimmy McGill: Kim, why are we even talking about this? We're both too smart to throw our lives away for no reason. Just... I just... I only wanted to... Kim. Kim? Kim. Kim Wexler: I'm glad you're alive.

Buddy: The guy has cancer, man. I found pills in his pocket. Okay? The same ones my dad took. For, like, pancreatic cancer. Jimmy McGill: So? A guy with cancer can't be an asshole? Believe me, I speak from experience.

Guy with that mustache probably doesn't make a lot of good life choices.

Mike Ehrmantraut: Now, listen, even if this guy was gonna live, I wouldn't go near him. He's a complete amateur. Jimmy McGill: Well, you see an amateur. I see 170 pounds of clay ready to be molded.

I got more second story guys in my book than pimples at a Junior prom.

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