I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other people and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad, or empty, or whatever. I like the smell of your hair, and I like the sound of your voice, and I fucking decided on you.
"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!”