Breaking Bad Best Moments

My name is Walter Hartwell White.

I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane,

Albuquerque, New Mexico. 87104.

This is my confession.

I met a traveller from an antique land Who said:

"Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert."

Near them, on the sand, Half sunk,

a shattered visage lies,

whose frown, And wrinkled lip,

and sneer of cold command,

Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive,

stamped on these lifeless things,

The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.

And on the pedestal these words appear:

"My name is Ozymandias,

king of kings:

Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"

Nothing beside remains.

Round the decay Of that colossal wreck,

boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away.

You understood what I just said to you?

Yes. Lung Cancer. Inoperable.

Best case scenario, with chemo,

I'll live maybe another couple years...

Doctor, my wife is seven months pregnant

with a baby we didn't intend.

My fifteen-year old son has cerebral palsy.

I am an extremely overqualified high school chemistry teacher.

When I can work, I make $43,700 per year.

I have watched all of my colleagues and friends

surpass me in every way imaginable. And within eighteen months, I will be dead.

What I want, what I need...

... is a choice.

sometimes I feel like I never actually

make, any of my own.

My entire life

it just seems I never

had a real say about any of it.

This last one, cancer,

all I have left is how I choose to approach this.

I want to live in my own house, I want to sleep in my own bed.

I don't want to choke down 40 or 50 pills every single day,

and lose my hair,

lie around, too tired to get up,

some dead man, some artifically alive,

just marking time.

You want to cook crystal meth?

The DEA took all your money, your lab.