Breaking Bad2008

Declan:
Looks like you're about 1000 gallons light here, Mike. Where's the juice?

Walter White:
The methylamine isn't coming.

Declan:
Why is that? And who the hell are you?

Walter White:
I'm the man who's keeping it.

Declan:
[points at Walt and asks Mike] What the hell is this? We had an agreement, right? We got our deal. So, where's the tank, Mike?

Walter White:
Mike doesn't know where it is. Only I do. And you're dealing with me now, not him.

Declan:
Why don't you just cut to what it is you want, or what you think is gonna happen. 'Cause were gonna get what we came for.

Walter White:
That 1000 gallons of methylamine is worth more in my hands than it is in yours or anyone else's for that matter. But I need distribution.

Declan:
[chuckles] Distribution.

Walter White:
That's right. So if you agree to give up your cook and sell my product instead, I'll give you 35% of the take.

Declan:
35%? Are you kidding me? 35... Mike, please tell me this is a joke. Do you know how far we had to stick our necks out to get our hands on this cash? And why the hell would we want you? You realize we have our own operation, right?

Walter White:
I know all about your operation. My partners here tell me that you produce a meth that's 70% pure, if you're lucky. What I produce is 99.1% pure.

Declan:
So?

Walter White:
So... it's grade school tee-ball vs. The New York Yankees. Yours is just some tepid... off-brand, generic cola. What I'm making is classic Coke.

Declan:
All right. Okay. So, um... [clears throat] If we just waste you right here, right now, and leave you in the desert then there is no more coke on the market, right? See how that works? There's only us.

Walter White:
Do you really wanna live in a world without Coca-Cola?