Walt: Ah, come on, kid. I just lost an arm 'cause of you. Now get your head in the game.
Luke: Sorry. I can't concentrate with my dad staring at me.
Phil: I just love you so much.
Walt: I hope he's talking to you.
Luke: Ugh. Oh, great, now I'm dead. I'm going to the bathroom.
Walt: You know, they say that happens.