Tuco Salamanca: What's your name?
Walt: "Heisenberg."
Tuco Salamanca: Have a seat, Heisenberg.
Walt: I don't imagine I'll be here very long.
Tuco Salamanca: No? All right, be that way. It's your meeting. Why don't you start talking and tell me what you want?
Walt: $50,000.
Tuco Salamanca: [laughs] 50 G's! How do you figure that?
Walt: 35 for the pound of meth you stole and 15 for my partner's pain and suffering.
Tuco Salamanca: Partner...? Oh yeah. I remember that little bitch. So you must be daddy.
[laughs]
Tuco Salamanca: Let me get this straight: I steal your dope, I beat the piss out of your mule boy, and then you walk in here and bring me *more* meth?
[laughs]
Tuco Salamanca: That's a brilliant plan, ese.
No-Doze: Brilliant.
Walt: You got one part of that wrong.
[picks up the crystal on Tuco's desk]
Walt: This is not meth.
[Walt throws the crystal to the floor. An explosion blows out the windows on the second floor, glass shattering down to the street]
Tuco Salamanca: [coughing] ARE YOU FUCKING NUTS?
Walt: [holds up a much larger packet] Wanna find out?