Breaking Bad, Season 3

Walter:
Listen, something's come up. I think it's a good opportunity. There's been a job opening. I need a new lab assistant.

Jesse:
I did... my time. Why don't you just get yourself a monkey?

Walter:
I don't want a monkey. I want you.

Jesse:
Oh, gee, thanks. Well, not interested. I got my own thing going on. And nice try saving your asshat brother-in-law.

Walter:
That's not why I'm here, Jesse. There's more. It's more than an assistant. Partners. We'd be partners again. Split everything, 50/50, just like before. 1.5 million dollars. Each.

Jesse:
No.

Walter:
I don't think you heard me.

Jesse:
I heard you fine. I said no.

Walter:
You understand this: you are turning down one and a half million dollars.

Jesse:
I am not turning down the money! I'm turning down you! You get it?! I want nothing to do with you! Ever since I met you, everything I ever cared about is gone! Ruined, turned to shit, dead, ever since I hooked up with the great Heisenberg! I have never been more alone! I have NOTHING! NO ONE! ALRIGHT, IT'S ALL GONE, GET IT? No, no, no, why...why would you get it? What do you even care, as long as you get what you want, right? You don't give a shit about me! You said I was no good. I'm nothing! Why would you want me, huh? You said my meth is inferior, right? Right? Hey! You said my cook was GARBAGE! Hey, screw you, man! Screw you!

Walter:
Your meth is good, Jesse. As good as mine.