Breaking Bad, Season 2

Jesse:
Oh, we are dead. Dead men! Muerto, or muerte, or however the hell you...Jesus...

Walter:
This is conjecture.

Jesse:
This is conjecture?

Walter:
Conjecture, yes. And conjecture isn't helping.

Jesse:
Oh, my conjecture isn't helping?

Walter:
Could you just state the facts?

Jesse:
Alright, fine, facts in. Fact A: my phone rang like eight times last night. Dead air, hang-ups everytime. Second fact? Like three in the morning, I saw that black Caddy of his cruising my neighborhood. No headlights.

Walter:
No, if he wanted to kill us, he would have done it at the junkyard.

Jesse What is that? Conjecture? Are you basing that on that he's got a normal, healthy brain or something? Did you not see him beat a dude to death for like nothing? And that way, that way he just kept staring at us. Saying, "You're done." You're done?! You wanna know what that means? I will tell you what that means! That means exactly how it sounds, yo! Alright, we are witnesses, we are loose ends! Right now, Tuco's thinking, "Yeah, hey, they cook good meth, but can I trust them?" What happens when he decides "no"?