You don’t tell me who I can and can’t fancy, all right?! That is mine. That belongs to me, no one else, no one. Not even you.
I’m not kissing you ‘cause I feel sorry for you.
I’m kissing you because I want to.
Stop it, Walt. Just stop. I don’t need to hear any of your bullshit rationales. I’m in it now. I’m compromised. But I won’t — I will not — have my children living in a house where dealing drugs and hurting people and killing people is shrugged off as “shit happens!”