Breaking Bad, Season 3

Walter:
How did you know?

Saul:
I'm sorry?

Walter:
About Skyler. About where to find me just now. How did you know?

Saul:
That's just my meticulousness. Don't bog down in detail, Walt. The lesson here-

Walter:
Did you bug my house?

Saul:
...Yeah. But I didn't know it was your house, did I? You moved out. Besides, you basically told me to.

Walter:
I told you to?

Saul:
You strongly hinted that I should. You were worried about your wife, remember? You were concerned that she might say something to the police.

Walter:
No, no, that's not true. When the hell did I say that?

Saul:
Let's not get lost in the who, whats and whens. The point is we did our due diligence and she didn't talk. She kept quiet, she stood by you, Walt. Which, if you ask me, is the ironical silver lining here. I mean, on the one hand, sure, she snuck off the reservation to get some dirty damp and deep. On the other-

[Walter grabs Saul and the two begin struggling on the floor. Mike rolls his eyes, strolls over to them and breaks it up]

Walter:
YOU'RE FIRED! YOU'RE DONE!

Saul:
Good! "Oh boo-hoo, I won't cook meth anymore!" You're a crybaby! Who needs you?! Hey, I'm unplugging the website, so no more money laundering! How do you like that?!

Walter:
I want those bugs out of my house today! I want them out now!

Saul:
You just bought a $300 suit, psycho!