[ Walt became frustrated. This was the second goddamn time in the course of the evening that Chilton just didn't get it. ]

I'm not trying to deflect back to you. I'm trying to be your...

[ Friend. ]

Forget it. You're the psychiatrist. I'm the patient. Those are the roles you determined and far be it for me to step out of my boundaries.

[ He swept his hand out flippantly, sarcastic and biting. ]

Because you're such a moral, upstanding man who can lock a guy away in his basement and drug him to get information out of him but when it comes to accepting poisons, that's taboo. Or accepting a cup of tea. Or even accepting someone to listen to your problems. What do you think I'm going to do to you, Chilton? Do you think I'm going to run back to Crane with everything I learned here? I made my choice. I chose you.

And I'm really starting to question that decision.