W.B: Which injuries are you apologizing for, specifically?
L.B: Specifically? The ones that still hurt.
W.B: Half of those were self-inflicted (...) I hope the roof flies off and I get sucked up into space. You'll be better off without me.
L.B: Stop feeling sorry for yourself.
L.B: (...) We're all they've got, Walt
W.B: It's not enough.