Better Call Saul, Season 1

[Jimmy asks Chuck to cash out of HHM, which he refuses]

Chuck:
You know I'm gonna beat this. You know I'm gonna get better.

Jimmy:
Yeah, sure.

Chuck:
Well, then there's nothing more to talk about! I will beat this. Ergo, a falsis principiis proficisci. Meaning...

Jimmy:
That's the one about false principles, but it's not—

Chuck:
You proceed from false principles. Your argument is built on quicksand, therefore it collapses.

Jimmy:
You're not listening.

Chuck:
Fine. Let's take this to its logical conclusion. In order to pay out my share, suppose my partners are forced to liquidate the firm. Then what?

Jimmy:
That's their problem.

Chuck:
My clients are out there in the cold! My cases are scattered to the winds, 126 people lose their jobs. What happens to your cronies in the mailroom? The assistants, paralegals, the janitorial staff? All of them out on the street. Your friend Kim? A promising career, over and done with.

Jimmy:
Hamlin owes you everything. You built that place singlehandedly while he was out at Four Hills, working on his bunker shot.

Chuck:
Let's not exaggerate. I helped.

Jimmy:
You "helped". [snorts]

Chuck:
All the more reason not to tear it down just for a little bit of cash!

Jimmy:
Chuck. I'm going under, okay? For the third time, with these bullcrap contract counsel-

Chuck:
Bullcrap?

Jimmy:
Bullcrap, pissant, PD cases at 700 bucks a shot!

Chuck:
Public defender work is some of the best experience there is.

Jimmy:
I just had a case, Chuck, with three clients. Arraignment, voir dire, jury trail, the whole nine yards. You know what I took home? Seven hundred bucks! I might as well head down to skid row and sell plasma!

Chuck:
You're representing people who have nowhere else to turn. The money is beside the point-

Jimmy:
Money is not "beside the point", money is the point!

Chuck:
I keep telling you, have patience. There are no shortcuts. Do good work and the clients-

Jimmy:
The clients will come. Yeah, I know. Okay. Hand to God, I wasn't gonna say this, but you are broke. I can't carry both of us. I've been trying like hell, but I can't.

Chuck:
You're saying- what, you think you have to provide for me? I never asked you that.

Jimmy:
You didn't have to ask, okay? I've been doing my damnedest, but the day of reckoning is here. Soon, Chuck, you're gonna be out of the street with all the electromagnetism in the world raining down on you. Now, please, please, picture that, then tell me that money is beside the point.

Chuck:
This is what has you all worked up?

Jimmy:
Yeah.

Chuck:
Jimmy, there's nothing to worry about. [picks up a check from his desk and hands it to him] Here.

Jimmy:
What is this?

Chuck:
A stipend. There's gonna be one every week.

Jimmy:
$857 from Hamlin, Hamlin & McGill?

Chuck:
I'm gonna pay him back. Every penny. I didn't want to take anything, but Howard was very insistent... and I'm gonna pay you back, too.

[Jimmy sees that, contrary to what Howard told him, he visited Chuck]

Jimmy:
Hamlin was here?

Chuck:
It's not like I'm a recluse.

Jimmy:
Wha–He put his cell phone in the mailbox?

Chuck:
He understands the situation.

Jimmy:
He grounded himself?!

Chuck:
Of course.

Jimmy:
And the two of you agreed that, since as everybody knows you're going back to work any day now, that the firm should help you make ends meet?

Chuck:
That's correct, minus the sarcasm!

Jimmy:
Hamlin's making you a chump!

Chuck:
I'm going to get better! I'm gonna go back to work, and I'm picking up where I left off!