- Skyler White: If I have to hear one more time that you did this for the family...
- Walter White: I did it for me. I liked it. I was good at it. And... I was really... I was alive.
- Lydia Rodarte-Quayle: Is it done? Is he gone?
- Walter White: Yeah, It's done. He's gone. They're all gone.
- Lydia Rodarte-Quayle: Todd? Who is this?
- Walter White: It's Walt. How are you feeling? Kind of under the weather, like you've got the flu? That would be the ricin I gave you, I slipped it into that Stevia crap you're always putting in your tea.
- Lydia Rodarte-Quayle: Oh my God!
- Walter White: Well, goodbye, Lydia.
- [Walt is in Elliot's house, Elliot pulls a table knife on Walt]
- Walter White: [visibly unamused] Elliot, if we're going to go that way, you'll need a bigger knife.
- Walter White: [while Jesse has a gun pointed at him] Do it. You want this.
- Jesse Pinkman: Say the words! Say YOU want this! Nothing happens until I hear you say it.
- Walter White: I want this.
- Jesse Pinkman: [notices blood visible from Walt's chest, drops the gun] Then do it yourself.
- [Walter has just given Elliot and Gretchen $9.72 million in cash, to be given to Walter's son after Walter's death]
- Elliott Schwartz: So what happens next?
- Walter White: I guess we shake on it. And I leave.
- [He shakes hand with Elliott and Gretchen]
- Walter White: I can trust you to do this?
- Elliott Schwartz: Yes. Absolutely you can.
- [Walter turns to the window and signals to someone. Two laser dots appear on Gretchen and Elliot's chests, they gasp]
- Walter White: Don't move. Don't dare move a muscle. You don't want them to think that you're trying to get away. Just breathe. Just this afternoon, I had an extra $200,000 that I would have loved dearly to leave on top of this table. Instead, I gave it to the two best hit men west of the Mississippi. Now, whatever happens to me tomorrow, they'll still be out there, keeping tabs. And if, for *any* reason, that my children do not get this money, a kind of... countdown will begin. Maybe a day or so later, maybe a week, a year, when you're going for a walk in Santa Fe or Manhattan or Prague, wherever. And you're... talking about your stock prices... without a worry in the world, and then suddenly, you'll hear the scrape of a footstep behind you, and before you can even turn around... pop!
- [He pokes Elliott and Gretchen in the back of their necks, making them scream]
- Walter White: Darkness.
- [putting his arms around Elliott and Gretchen]
- Walter White: Cheer up, beautiful people. This is where you get to make it right.
- [Walter gave laser pointers to Badger and Skinny, to trick Gretchen and Elliot into thinking they were being watched by hit men]
- Badger: You know, I don't exactly know how to feel about all this.
- Skinny Pete: For real, yo; the whole thing felt kinda shady, you know, like, morality-wise.
- Badger: Totally.
- [Walter hands them a couple bundles of money]
- Walter White: How do you feel now?
- Skinny Pete: Better.
- Badger: Yeah, definitely improving.
- Kenny: [pointing a gun at Walt's head] Where do you want it?
- Uncle Jack: Oh, gee, I dunno... anywhere but in my living room - ? Take him out back.