Breaking Bad, Season 5

Declan:
Looks like you're about a thousand gallons light here, Mike. Where's the juice?

Walter:
The methylamine isn't coming.

Declan:
Why is that? Who the hell are you?

Walter:
I'm the man who's keeping it.

Declan:
[to Mike] What the hell's this? We had an agreement, right? We got our deal. So where's the tank, Mike?

Walter:
Mike doesn't know where it is; only I do. And you're dealing with me now, not him.

Declan:
Why don't you just cut to what it is you want or what you think is going to happen here, alright? Because we're going to get what we came for.

Walter:
That thousand gallons of methylamine is worth more in my hands than it is in yours - or anyone else's even, for that matter. But I need distribution.

Declan:
Distribution?

Walter:
That's right. So if you agree to give up your cook and sell my product instead, I'll give you 35% of the take.

Declan:
35%. Wow, are you kidding me? Thirty-five? Mike, please tell me this is a joke. Do you know how far out we had to stick our necks out to get our hands on this cash? [To Walt.] And why the hell would we want you? You realize we have our own operation, right?

Walter:
I know all about your operation. See, my partners here tell me that you produce a meth that's 70% pure, if you're lucky. What I produce, is 99.1% pure.

Declan:
So?

Walter:
So, it's grade-school T-ball versus the New York Yankees. Yours is just some tepid, off-brand, generic cola. What I'm making is Classic Coke.

Declan:
Alright. Okay, so, um, if we just waste you - right here, right now, leave you in the desert - then there is no more Coke on the market, right? See how that works? There's only us.

Walter:
Do you really want to live in a world without Coca-Cola?

[Declan laughs.]

[Walter throws a bag of blue meth at Declan's feet.]

Walter:
My partner tells me that your crew switched to a P2P cook because of our success. You dye your meth with food coloring to make it look like mine. You already ape my product at every turn. But now, you have the opportunity to sell it yourself.

Declan:
I need you to listen to me. We're not going to give up this deal to be your errand boys, do you understand? For what? To watch a bunch of junkies get a better high?

Walter:
A better high means customers pay more. A higher purity means a greater yield. That's $130 million of profit that isn't being pissed away by some sub-standard cook. Now you listen to me. You've got the greatest meth cook in Am - no, the two greatest meth cooks in America - right here. And with our skills, you'll earn more from that 35% than you ever would on your own.

Declan:
Yeah, so you say. Just wondering why we're so lucky. Why cut us in?

Walter:
Mike is retiring from our crew. So his share of the partnership is available, if you can handle his end: distribution. And if you give him $5 million of the $15 million that you brought today. Just think of it as a finder's fee for bringing us together. We have 40 pounds of product ready to ship. Ready to go. Are you ready?

Declan:
[Laughs.] Who the hell are you?

Walter:
You know. You all know exactly who I am. Say my name.

Declan:
Do what? I don't-I don't have a damn clue who the hell you are.

Walter:
Yeah you do. I'm the cook. I'm the man who killed Gus Fring.

Declan:
Bullshit. Cartel got Fring.

Walter:
You sure?

[Declan glances at Mike, who shakes his head.]

Walter:
That's right. Now say my name.

Declan:
...You're Heisenberg.

Walter:
You're goddamn right.