"Yo yo yo, 1 4 8, 3 to the 3, to the 6, to the 9, representin' the ABQ. What up, biatch? Leaveth tone."

"Oh well, heil Hitler, bitch!"

"This is my own private domicile and I will not be harassed... bitch!"

"You're my free pass... bitch"

"I’m not turning down the money. I’m turning down you. You get it? I want nothing to do with you. Ever since I met you, every thing I’ve ever cared about is gone, ruined, turned to shit, dead. Ever since I hooked up with the great Heisenberg. I’ve never been more alone… I have NOTHING. NO ONE. Alright? It’s all gone, get it? …No, no no, why? Why would you get it? What do you even care? As long as you get what you want. Right? You don’t give a shit about me. You said I was no good. I’m nothing! Why would you want me? Huh? You said my meth is inferior, right? Right? Hey! You said my cook was garbage! Screw you, man. Screw you…"

"Yo! Gatorade me, bitch!"

"You can't order shit, Adolf."