Better Call Saul, Season 1

Richard "Ricky" Sipes:
Jim, I saw you on the TV, that billboard thing. And I had me a pair of insights. Insight the first: You ain't afraid to put yourself out there. And insight the second: You believe in the real America—freedom, self-sufficiency.

Jimmy:
I do. I... I really do.

Ricky:
When I see a man like you driving that foreign shitbox of a car...

Jimmy:
Well, see, actually, it's...

Ricky:
...it's a sign a good man can't get ahead today. It's a damned travesty. That's what it is.

Jimmy:
Well that may be, Ricky, but, uh... I refuse to consider myself a victim.

Ricky:
You know, we are once again at a point in our history where the fly-swatting hand of government is crushing the spirit of entrepreneurship. Taxes, OSHA requirements, the INS poking their big, fat nose into every mother-loving hire. It's damned oppressive.

Jimmy:
It's tragic. It's un-American.

Ricky:
Jim, I think you are just the lawyer I need, 'cause I got me a case—major—I say, a major case. Are you ready to clear your calendar?

Jimmy:
Ricky, I'm all ears.

Ricky:
I want to secede from the United States. Now, I got 1,100 acres of property here, self-sustaining with solar power and wells, a sovereign state immune to the business-killing regulations of the country in which it geographically lies. We are going to be America's Vatican City.

Jimmy:
Ricky... I'm your man. Yeah, let's do this. Let's show 'em all. Yee-haw!

Ricky:
Yee-haw!

Jimmy:
Yee-haw! [Ricky highfives Jimmy] Yes! We are doing this! Ah. Now, it's not gonna be easy, sir. I mean, the government is gonna fight us tooth and nail. We could end up in the Supreme Court—I'm talking thousands of man-hours—I mean, years of effort.

Ricky:
Are you ready for that?

Jimmy:
Me? I say bring 'em on.

Ricky:
Let's talk turkey. What's your rate?

Jimmy:
$450 an hour.

Ricky:
The hell with hourly. I want you on retainer. How about $1 million even—$500,000 up front and $500,000 when we're done?

Jimmy:
A million? That seems... fair.

Ricky:
Would you like that in cash? [takes out stacks of bills from the safe]

Jimmy:
Uh. [flips a stack of bills and sees Ricky's face on them] Well...

Ricky:
Tax-free and backed by the full faith and credit of the sovereign Sandia Republic.

Jimmy:
It's, uh...

Ricky:
Son... You are getting in on the ground floor.

[Cut to Jimmy driving away from the house at full speed]