Well, technically, chemistry is the study of matter. But I prefer to see it as the study of change.
We're all on the same page. The one that says, if I can't kill you, you'll sure as shit wish you were dead.
Moral of the story is: I chose a half measure when I should have gone all the way. I'll never make that mistake again. No more half measures, Walter.
Yo, yo yo, 148-3 to the 3 to the 6 to the 9, representing the ABQ, what up biatch? Leave it at the tone.
Mr White, he's the devil. You know, he is... he is smarter than you, he is luckier than you. Whatever... whatever you think is supposed to happen... I'm telling you the exact reverse opposite of that is gonna happen, okay?
My friends, I promise you that together, we will prosper.
Did I say you could open your mouth? And, hands off the car!
I'm sorry, what were you asking me? Oh, yes, that stupid plastic container I asked you to buy. You see, hydrofluoric acid won't eat through plastic; it will however dissolve metal, rock, glass, ceramic. So there's that.
Yo, Mr. White. I can't even pronounce half this shit!
Do you know how much I make a year? I mean, even if I told you, you wouldn't believe it.