Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to continue waiting for my turn signal to synchronize with that of a stranger’s, longing for that unspoken, unknown connection, that most universal element of the human experience.
"DAMNIT JESSE!", Walt sneered with a gasp. "That’s not a beaker! It’s an erlenmeyer flask! Did you not pay attention in class?!" And poor Jesse puzzled and puzzled with all his might, but his only retort was “Fuck you Mr. White!”