The following is a list of quotes from the fourth season Better Call Saul.

Smoke [4.01]

[Jimmy and Kim visit Chuck's house the morning after his suicide by fire, and react to his death]

Jimmy: So...?

Kim: [holding back emotion] He says it started in the living room. Somehow one of the lanterns was knocked over, and then... The inspector says it was over fast, smoke inhalation. So he didn't suffer.

Jimmy: Yeah, they're gonna say that. Did you see the backyard?

[Kim shakes her head]

Jimmy: His microwave, his stereo, uh, the lights, dishwasher, all–all the kitchen stuff – everything electric is back there. The firemen didn't do that. He did that. [sighs] I saw him five days ago. He was listening to jazz, all the lights worked. He was himself. Something must have happened. Something made him relapse.

[Gus and Bolsa meet with Nacho and Arturo at a Los Pollos Hermanos warehouse after Hector's stroke. The dialogue is in Spanish.]

Bolsa: [to Arturo] You I know. [to Nacho] You I don't.

Arturo: Tuco's man. He's okay.

Bolsa: Tuco's man?

Nacho: Ignacio.

Bolsa: Don Hector had a stroke. We don't know when he will be back. But listen to me: Salamanca territory stays Salamanca territory. Nothing changes. Collections continue as before. The count must be exact. Anyone crosses a line, you stop them. You have a delivery tomorrow night. You pick up, you package, you distribute. All as you've done before. Do you understand?

[Nacho and Arturo both nod]

Nacho: You do this right, things could go very well for you. Go.

[Nacho and Arturo both leave the room]

Bolsa: The old bastard, he's always been trouble. But he keeps his house in order. Gustavo. What do you think?

Gus: Someone will move against the Salamancas. Which brings...war. Which brings...chaos. Which brings...the DEA.

[Mike is visiting a Madrigal break room when two employees enter, having a debate]

Madrigal Employee #1: Bruce had the speed. He could kick you before you saw him move.

Madrigal Employee #2: Yeah, but watch the Liston fight.

Madrigal Employee #1: We're talking about what, boxing? Because that's something else.

Madrigal Employee #2: No, we're talking about a street fight.

Madrigal Employee #1: Street fight? Great, so Bruce can kick!

Madrigal Employee #2: No, we're not talking about a movie fight. We're talking about weight, we're talking about reach.

Madrigal Employee #1: Boxing is a sport. Martial arts is life and death.

Madrigal Employee #2: Look, I don't care how fast you are, Muhammad Ali hits you, you going down. That's a fact.

Madrigal Employee #1: If he hits you. Bruce Lee – he knows the anatomy, he's got the moves, he's gonna find an opening.

Madrigal Employee #2: Without power, the–the opening doesn't mean squat. How much does he weigh?

Madrigal Employee #1: I dunno, maybe a buck thirty.

Madrigal Employee #2: Ali was the heavyweight champ. He's got at least a hundred pound on Lee.

Madrigal Employee #1: Bruce feints Ali's hit, but he goes low when he sweeps into the deck. Ali goes down hard, it's all over!

Madrigal Employee #2: [scoffs]

Mike: Does he have a gun?

Madrigal Employee #1: I'm sorry?

Mike: Does Bruce Lee have a gun? Because if he doesn't, it's Ali in three minutes or less.

Madrigal Employee #2: See? That's what I'm saying.

Mike: I waltz through security with someone else's ID. Nobody gives me a second look. When the rightful owner shows up, there's no facility-wide badge check. I find access doors left unlocked or propped open, passwords written on Post-it notes. Warehouse workers are using pen and paper instead of electronic inventory devices, which leaves you wide open to pilfering. You got duplicate routing numbers on cargo, surveillance camera blind spots on the north and the east side of the floor, inventory documents that are going into the trash instead of being shredded, not to mention loading equipment being driven at unsafe speeds and crews disregarding safe–

Madrigal manager: Wait, wait, hold on, hold on. Who are you, exactly?

Mike: Ehrmantraut. Security consultant.

Madrigal manager: Well, all due respect, I don't know anything about a security consultant.

Mike: Well, you wouldn't, would you? Maybe you'd best call corporate. Try Lydia Rodarte-Quayle.

Howard: I-I think I owe you the truth about Chuck. Those lanterns. He was living in that house without electricity for the better part of two years. He knew how to use those lanterns. He was careful, I saw it, I know you did too. There was never a problem. I know it's a terrible thing to... [pause] I don't think what happened was an accident.

[Jimmy and Kim don't respond]

Howard: You probably heard Chuck was retiring from HHM. But that's not the truth. The truth is that we had a disagreement, and I pushed him out. I made him go.

Kim: Chuck was sick for years. And after the bar hearing–

Howard: The bar hearing had nothing to do with it.

Kim: Okay.

Howard: The fact is, he started getting better after that. He took more of an interest in the firm, he came to work, we could leave the lights on. He was improving until the thing with the insurance, so i-it wasn't the bar hearing.

Jimmy: The insurance?

Howard: It was a ridiculous thing. I should have just let it go. I mean, God knows he's done enough for me. But he kept pushing, and I, um, I got my back up.

Jimmy: What about the insurance?

Howard: It was, uh, our malpractice insurance. They found out about Chuck's condition, raised our rates. Chuck went ballistic. He wanted to go to war. I drew a line. He wouldn't back down, so I forced him out. Never occurred to me that I could hurt him. He always seemed so strong. But he wasn't. I think he did what he did because of me.

[pause]

Jimmy: Well, Howard, I guess that's your cross to bear.

Breathe [4.02]

[Jimmy leaves his job interview at Neff Copiers after being promised that he will be contacted in a week. Jimmy impulsively walks back to Mr. Neff's office.]

Henry: Yes?

Jimmy: I'm sorry, could I just have another minute? I-I'll be real quick.

Mr. Neff: Uh, yeah, sure, Jimmy. What's on your mind?

Jimmy: Uh, look, I know you are gonna take some time to consider your options, but maybe we could settle this right now. There's a thing that we all know called opportunity cost – the time you spend looking for someone is time I could be out there working for you. And sure, there are salesmen out there with way more experience than me. But what are the chances one of them's going to come walking through that door in the next week? And is it worth the wait? Maybe. Maybe. But I could tell you this: none of them will have the connection to your machines that I do. None. I worked in the mail room. I know how important the copy machine is – deadlines, last minute changes. And I was in there. I was clearing paper jams, I was cleaning ink off gears and rollers trying to figure out where the mystery streaks were coming from. [chuckles] I was down on my hands and knees with my tie over my shoulder and ink-stained hands and a line of assistants out the door, and they're all worried that they're gonna lose their job if they don't get their document in the next five minutes. I know – I know better than anyone – that the copier, it's the beating heart of any business. It goes down, it causes delays – that is lost money, that is frustrated employees, that's a negative work environment, that's a business on life support. But you plug one of your new machines into the system, that is a healthy, strong heartbeat – ka-chunk, ka-chunk, ka-chunk! That is a healthy business – ka-chunk, ka-chunk, ka-chunk! That is a successful business! And that's what we're selling.

Mr. Neff: Um, just...

[Jimmy walks to the other side of the room while Mr. Neff and Henry confer amongst themselves. After a few minutes, they approach Jimmy.]

Mr. Neff: Jimmy. Welcome to the team.

Jimmy: Really?

Henry: Damn right! Congrats! We'll get you set up with Audrey in HR, fill out your paperwork, and hopefully you'll be all set by the end of the day.

Jimmy: So just like that, huh?

Mr. Neff: Yep. Why wait when we can get you rolling?

Jimmy: You were gonna take some time though and consider your options, but, uh...I just come in and do that little song-and-dance and...I'm in?

Mr. Neff: Yeah. Right. That's right.

Jimmy: Wh– Are you out of your mind? You don't know me. I just came in off the street. You guys are like a couple of cats. I come in, wave a shiny object, you're like, "I want that!" No due diligence? No background check? No, just hire the guy that says them fancy words? I could be a serial killer! I could be a guy who pees in your coffee pot! I could be both!

Henry: ...So you're not taking the job?

Jimmy: No, I'm not taking the job! Suckers. I feel sorry for you.

[Jimmy takes his briefcase and leaves]

[Gus is cleaning trash in the parking lot when Lydia calls]

Gus: Yes.

Lydia: It's me. Can we meet?

Gus: Now is not a good time.

Lydia: I'm in town. I can easily meet wherever is convenient.

Gus: Assume this is a secure line.

Lydia: I spoke with your..."security contractor." I explained the situation, again, but he's going to keep doing what he's doing.

Gus: I understand.

Lydia: But what he's doing makes no sense.

Gus: Do his reasons matter?

Lydia: They do if he's unreliable.

Gus: He is reliable.

Lydia: So I'm just supposed to let him keep stealing my employees' badges? [Gus is distracted by Tyrus pulling into the parking lot] I don't know where he's gonna turn up next, what disruption he's gonna cause, what mess I'm gonna have to clean up. This isn't something I want to spend my time worrying about.

Gus: Then I suggest you give the man a badge. [hangs up]

Kim: I just, uh...I just had to know – what were you thinking?

Howard: About?

Kim: What were you thinking when you came to Jimmy on the day of his brother's funeral and laid that shit on him? That Chuck killed himself? What's wrong with you?

Howard: I-I thought... I thought I owed it to Jimmy, to tell him.

Kim: "Owed it to him?" Did you owe it to Rebecca? You tell her your theory? That Chuck intentionally set himself on fire?

[Howard doesn't answer]

Kim: Well, I guess not. I guess you just saved that one for Jimmy.

Howard: Kim, I didn't do it to hurt Jimmy–

Kim: No, you did it to make yourself feel better.

Howard: That–that's not what I was trying to do–

Kim: To make yourself feel better by unloading your guilt. Who cares what it does to Jimmy, right? As long as Howard Hamlin is okay.

Howard: Kim, I don't think that's fair–

Kim: FAIR?! Let's talk about fair! "Hey, let's let Jimmy dig around the fire-damaged wreck where his brother died SCREAMING! And then, let's let him pick up a keepsake or two!" That is so, SO fair! And did I hear you right? You want him to serve on the board of a scholarship committee?! A scholarship that Chuck never in a million years would've given to Jimmy! Never! It is JUST, I mean...

[Kim picks up an envelope containing a personal letter from Chuck to Jimmy]

Kim: Oh, what's this too, Howard? What's in this? One last "screw you, little brother" from beyond the grave? Am I really supposed to do this to him?!

Howard: All right, Kim. What can I do to make it better?

Kim: Nothing. There is nothing you can do. Just stay away.

Gus: I know what you've done. The Salamancas, they do not. Do you understand what I am saying?

[Nacho nods]

Gus: Look at me. From now on, You. Are. Mine.

Something Beautiful [4.03]

[Jimmy and Mike are sitting at a booth at Loyola's diner. Jimmy places a Hummel figurine on the table]

Mike: ...And?

Jimmy: What if I told you you could turn this piece of crap into four grand, for each of us, minimum? This little fella, he's called the "Merry Wanderer." He's not much to look at, he's pretty easy to find. I got this one at a pawn shop on 4th for twenty bucks. But, he has a cousin called "Bavarian Boy," almost identical – same umbrella, same swagger. That one is worth a boatload.

Mike: And I gather you know where to find a Bavarian Boy?

Jimmy: I do indeed. He's gathering dust on a shelf in an office up on San Mateo and he's been there for God knows how long and they have no idea what they've got. To them, it's not Bavarian Boy, it's just some piece of junk Grandma gave me that I feel too guilty to get rid of. And that's where you come in. Now, this place I'm talking about, they're not exactly what you call security-conscious. There's no cameras whatsoever. There's an alarm on the door that I could probably bridge. And past that, you just pick a lock and walk over to the shelf and swap this Wanderer for that Boy. It's five minutes, max.

[Fran, a waitress, approaches the table]

Fran: Warm-up, gentlemen?

Mike: Yeah, thanks, Fran.

Jimmy: Wow, thanks.

Fran: [regarding the figurine] That's cute.

Jimmy: Idn't it, though?

Fran: Yeah. Have your food out in a jiff, Mike.

Jimmy: [sighs] Look. They're not even going to know it's gone. They look over at the shelf, they just see the same dumb tchotchke staring at 'em they've been looking at for years. There's no serial number. These things are practically untraceable. You send Pryce or some other schlub down to Dallas, next week they're having a collectibles expo. Those people are hungry for Hummels. I mean, their eyes are gonna pop when they see what we've brung 'em. And they will pay through the nose, which we will split fifty-fifty. So? It's perfect, right? We make some nice Hummel-loving lady happy, and we make a bundle. Let's do something beautiful here.

Mike: And how did you come across this valuable wunderkind?

Jimmy: What difference does it make?

Mike: Guys in the office cross you? Done you wrong?

Jimmy: [scoffs] What? You're, uh, missing the point! It's free money! You walk by a twenty on the sidewalk? No, you pick it up.

[beat]

Mike: Pass.

Jimmy: What? Why?

Mike: It's not for me.

Jimmy: Not for you? Is there some problem I'm not seeing, like, with the swap for something?

Mike: Plan's fine as far as it goes, it's just not for me. And I don't think it should be for you, either. [beat] I'm sorry about your brother.

Jimmy: Yeah, thanks. What, you're really not gonna do this?

Mike: Sorry.

[Jimmy speaks to Caldera's contact over the phone about the figurine job.]

Jimmy: I have one question for you: do you shit gold? It's a simple "yes" or "no." Do. You. Shit. Gold? No? All right, then. Because unless your currently have a large gold nugget traversing your colon, this is the easiest money you'll ever gonna make.

Gale: Oh, I tested your samples. They range from 39% to 58% pure. Except this one, which hovers around 67. Top of the glass, so to speak. You should tell the chemist to check his or her cookware. It's introducing contamination, which would be easy to avoid.

Gus: Well, thank you very much, Gale. That's very useful information. Well, I should let you get back to your work.

Gale: Mr. Fring, um... I–I don't want to cast aspersions, but I have to tell you, these samples aren't great. I-In fact, they're, um... They're–they're not even good. Basically, they're dreck. I could do much better...

Gus: Gale–

Gale: ...much higher-grade. I could make a kilo or more right here, no one would know. It wouldn't take more than a few days.

Gus: I wouldn't want to interfere with your studies.

Gale: These are my studies. Please, it's the least I can do. I wouldn't let you down.

Gus: [chuckles] Oh, I'm certain that you wouldn't. But I'm afraid I can't allow it. Not yet. You were meant for better things. I'll see you soon, Gale.

[Kim shows Jimmy some documents left over to him from Chuck's will, including a personal letter from Chuck in an unopened envelope]

Kim: Um, this is... It's from Chuck. Nobody knows for sure what's in it. You don't have to open it right now, but...

[Jimmy opens the envelope]

Jimmy: Let's see what the old boy has to say.

Kim: O-Okay. I'll give you minute, um...

Jimmy: No no, stay. It's fine. And, uh, you want to hear this, right?

Kim: Yeah. If it's okay.

Jimmy: It's undated. Okay, here it goes: "Dear Jimmy, I have left many things unsaid in our relationship through the years. Rather than allow–allow these unspoken thoughts to die with me, I've chosen to record them here for you. I hope you will take my words in the spirit in which they are intended." New paragraph. "I remember quite clearly the day you came home from the hospital. You can't imagine the joy on Mom's face. I can honestly say I never saw her happier than she was on that day. You brought a shine to her life that nothing else ever did, and I'm glad of that." New paragraph. "We have not always seen eye to eye. I expect it will continue to be so in the future. However, nothing will ever change the fact that we are brothers, flesh and blood. Although we are very different people, I want you to know how much I respect what you have made of yourself in these last few years. You have taken the opportunity I gave you in the mailroom and you have run with it, becoming a valued member of the HHM family. For all the problems in your past, I'm proud we share the name McGill. I sincerely admire your energy and resilience. I used to worry about you finding a place in the world, but I'm not worried about that anymore. I'm certain now that no matter what the future may bring you'll land on your feet, and I hope when you read this, you remember me not only as your brother, but a person you knew was always in your corner." Signed just "Chuck." Well, say what you want, the man could write a letter.

[Jimmy turns to see Kim on the verge of tears.]

Kim: S-Sorry...

Jimmy: Hey.

Kim: No, I did–I didn't mean to make it–

Jimmy: No, it's okay, it's okay. It's a nice letter. Hey...

Kim: No, just... just... just give me... just give me a minute...

[Kim breaks down crying and leaves the room]

Talk [4.04]

Quite a Ride [4.05]

Piñata [4.06]

Jimmy: What's the plan to get HHM back on its feet?

[Howard doesn't answer]

Jimmy: Are you kidding me? I just referred a client to you guys. You're welcome, by the way. You tell me this place is falling apart? Get your shit together, Howard.

Howard: Excuse me?

Jimmy: Oh, please. You suffer one little setback and you're gonna let your entire legacy go?

Howard: "One little setback?"

Jimmy: Fine, your pain is very special. Woe is you. Just stop wallowing, okay? This place is all you've got. That and your hair – which, let's face it, clock's ticking there too, so... You wanna save your business? You wanna save your dignity? You're gonna have to fight. Hey. You're a shitty lawyer, Howard. But you're a great salesman. So get out there and sell.

Howard: Fuck you, Jimmy!

Jimmy: There you go. Use that.

[Gus visits Hector, who remains sedated in his hospital bed]

Gus: The doctor tells me your fever has gotten worse. They say this infection may kill you. Even if it doesn't, my doctor tells me again and again that you may never wake. And yet I wait. I grew up quite poor. We lived in the hills, in a place my brothers built from things they found – metal sheeting, plywood. When it rained, it smelled like hay. We were always hungry. But there was a lucuma tree – scrawny, barely alive. My family had given up on it years before. Never bore fruit. When I was seven, I became fixated on it. I watered it, tended to it. It took a long time, but the buds grew into green fruit. I was so proud. I didn't tell anyone. I plucked one and hid behind our shack. I ate the whole thing. I'd never tasted something so sweet. It was like caramel. At first, we ate the fruit ourselves, and I began taking it to the village to sell. One day, much of the fruit was gone from my tree. Pieces were scattered on the ground, half-eaten. I thought it was probably a coati. Have you ever seen one? About the size of a large housecat. Opportunists. I built a snare, using branches and wire. It didn't take long for the animal to set it off. But the coati thrashed so hard, it broke out of the snare. Broke its leg, as well. I tried to grab it, but it slipped away. It ran under the house. I knew it would show itself sooner or later. So I waited for hours, into the night. When my brothers called for me, I did not answer. I didn't make a sound. I was so still. Finally, it came out. It knew I was there, but it was hungry. This time, I was ready. I caught it. It fought me. But I was stronger. The merciful thing would have been to kill it. I kept it. It lived for quite some time. I believe you will wake, Hector.

Winner [4.10]

Jimmy: I was just gonna–I was gonna try to move you all with my brother's eloquent words. You know, pull on your heartstrings. But it's not right. This letter is between me and him, and it should stay that way. Listen, my brother Chuck...you–you knew him. He loved me in his own way. He loved me as a brother. He did not love me as a lawyer. Big reason I became a lawyer was Chuck. He was the most brilliant man I ever knew, and an incredible lawyer, you know? And he knew exactly who he was. Exactly. And all my life, I wanted to make him proud. And he was not an easy man to make proud. You know, like climbing Everest without supplies. If you were one of the lucky few who reached that peak, even for a moment, if you made him proud – wow, what a feeling. And he let you know it, too. But if you weren't one of those people... He–he was polite enough, but he did not suffer fools, you know? And he could be judgmental and difficult, and he knew how to get under your skin, and...could be a real son of a bitch. Chuck was the one who was always right. Always. And usually he was, you know. So for a guy like me – I did lousy in school, I lacked ambition, I always cut corners – I mean, for me to live up to the standards of Charles McGill... I mean, look at me. I'll never be as moral as him, I'll never be a smart, I'll never be as respected. I'll never be as good as Chuck. [sniffs] But I can try. I can try. If you decide I get to be a lawyer, I'll do everything in my power to be worthy of the name McGill. And if you decide I'm not a lawyer...doesn't matter. I'll still try to be the best man that I can be. I'm lucky I got this letter. I never had a chance to write him a letter, and to tell him all the things that I should have. Now I gotta believe that somehow...somehow he knows. Well, that's... That'll have to do it for me. Sorry. Thank you.

Kim: I knew you could do it! I knew you had it in you!

Jimmy: That was so great!

Kim: I mean, yes! They–they have to reinstate you now! They just have to!

Jimmy: Uh, yeah! Did you see those suckers? [Kim is stunned] That one asshole was crying, he had actual tears! Jesus, Kim! Listen, I started reading the letter, and I just knew it wasn't... I could tell by their faces it wasn't gonna be enough, right? So I just went off on this flow, you know? I had this energy going through me. It was like improv or jazz and then boom! Sunk the hook in! "I'm so lucky I have this letter." God! I could see the Matrix, you know! I was invincible! I could dodge bullets, baby! And you were right, you were right – it was all about Chuck! The whole time!

Clerk: Oh, Mr. McGill, you're still here. There's some good news.

Jimmy: Believe me, I already know.

Clerk: Oh good. Then if you want to come with me to the office, there's some paperwork for you to sign.

Jimmy: Absolutely! Let's do this thing! Oh, and sweetheart, I'm gonna need one more form: a DBA. Y'see, I'm not gonna be practicing under the name "McGill", so...

Clerk: Shouldn't be a problem. Just down the hall. We have all the forms.

Jimmy: Great! Great!

Kim: W-w-wait, Jimmy, Jimmy–what?!

Jimmy: S'all good, man!