Breaking Bad, Season 5

[After watching Jesse implicate Todd for killing a kid on tape, Jack and Todd walk out of the house.]

Todd:
Wait, Uncle Jack, hold up. I think we should keep him for a while, get a couple of cooks under our belt.

Jack:
You seriously giving me this turn-the-other-cheek crap? He ratted you out. Personally.

Todd:
We still got 600 gallons of methylamine.

Jack:
Meth? Who gives a shit about meth? We won the lottery here. We've got all the money in the world. You're talking to me about selling crank?

Todd:
I mean, this is millions, Uncle Jack. No matter how much you got, how do you turn your back on more?

[Jack stares at Todd knowingly.]

Jack:
You little… son of a bitch. It's that Lydia woman. [putting his arm on Todd's shoulder] You're sweet on her, you little bastard. [to Kenny] Hey, Kenny. You believe this?

Kenny:
[makes a sexual hand gesture] Hey, it's all about this right here, huh?

[Jack lets go of Todd as his crew laugh.]

Jack:
Come on. You can do better. I mean, that one's so uptight, she's probably got a wood chipper for a coochie. You stick it in down there, you're pulling back a stump. Ah, what the hell. Heart wants what the heart wants, right? Let's go back and watch some more of that crybaby rat, huh?

[Jack and Todd walk back toward the house.]