Breaking Bad, Season 5

Skyler:
There's blood on my hands, too.

Walter:
What blood? Beneke?

Skyler:
He's in the hospital because of me...

Walter:
No.

Skyler:
...because of what I did.

Walter:
Skyler, you can't beat yourself up over this thing. Please. You didn't set out to hurt anybody. You made a mistake and things got out of control. But you did what you had to do to protect your family. And I'm sorry, but that doesn't make you a bad person. It makes you a human being.

Skyler:
Stop it, Walt. Just stop. I don't need to hear any of your bullshit rationales. I'm in it now. I'm compromised. But I won't - I will not - have my children living in a house where dealing drugs and hurting people and killing people is shrugged off as "shit happens!" We're back at it? Fine. But the kids stay away, and that's that.

Walter:
"That's that?" That's what?

Skyler:
I got them out of this house.

Walter:
To a sleepover at their aunt and uncle's? They spend a day or two, Junior stays up late watching movies, and then what happens?

Skyler:
We'll see.

Walter:
No, I'll tell you what happens. They come home, to this house, to their parents who love them-

Skyler:
No. I will not let our business endanger them.

Walter:
How many times do I have to say that they are not in-

Skyler:
I said no. I swear to God, I won't have them back here.

[Pause.]

Walter:
What are you going to do to stop it?

Skyler:
Whatever it takes. Everything in my power.

Walter:
Like what? I mean specifically. What is your next move?

Skyler:
My next move is, maybe I hurt myself. Make it clear we need more time. Let Hank and Marie see we're still struggling.

Walter:
No, more like you're still struggling. So maybe next time, I have you committed, put you in some inpatient facility while I take care of the kids myself. Is that what you want?

Skyler:
So then maybe I show up with bruises on my neck. Give myself a black eye. Say that you beat me when you found out about my lover.

Walter:
I see. So you involve Ted. Ah, well, that'll be fun, bringing the police up to speed on all of that. But not as much as telling your sixteen-year-old son that his father is a wife-beater. Also not a very good plan. What else you got?

Skyler:
I could send Junior away to school.

Walter:
Oh. Now here's the conversation: "So honey, I know you've only got one year left in high school, but I would love it so much if you would drop everything, leave all your friends behind, and go to boarding school in Arizona." Do you have any other ideas? Because I'm not hearing a solution to your problem. How are you going to save our kids from this "terrible" environment?

Skyler:
I...

Walter:
What are you going to do? What, are you going to run off to France? Are you going to close the curtains, change the locks? This is a joke. Come on, Skyler! You want to take me on? You want to take away my children? What's the plan?

Skyler:
I don't know! This is the best I could come up with, okay? I-I will count every minute that the kids are away from here-away from you-as a victory. But you're right. It's a bad plan. I don't have any of your magic, Walt. I don't know what to do. I'm a coward. I-I can't go to the police, I can't stop laundering your money, I can't keep you out of this house, I can't even keep you out of my bed. All I can do is wait. That's it, that's the only good option. Hold on. Bide my time. And wait.

Walter:
Wait for what? What are you waiting for?

Skyler:
For the cancer to come back.