"You wanna know what I'm good at? I'm good at killing people. You know, when I got back from Afghanistan I, ah, was really depressed. You know, like I didn't leave my house for months, and, ah, this friend of my dad's, he's, uh he's like an uncle to me. He, uh, he helped me out and he gave me a purpose. He told me that, that what I was good at over there could be useful here and, uh, it's a job, you know? Alright, the money's good, and, uh, these people I take out, like they're— they're bad people, you know, like they're pieces of shit. Um... But lately, you know, I've like, I'm not sleeping and, ah, that depressed feeling's back, you know. Like, like I know there's more to me than that. Maybe, I don't know, maybe there's not. Maybe this is all I'm good at."
Barry Berkman, attempting to tell the truth to Gene Cousineau
"Now I know it's only three days. But I'm 47 years old. I'm old enough to know a great thing when it comes knocking on my door in the middle of the night. We are breathing rarefied air and you know it. If we ran away from this because we were scared, wouldn't that be oh so very sad?"
Gene Cosineau, romancing Janice Moss
Fuches: You’re a businessman, not some lowlife killer. You got all this through hard work, seizing on luck, and as a tribute to the love of your life…who was murdered by your enemies. Denial. It’s tough. I used to think I was a soldier, ignoring the fact that I’d never fought in a battle in my whole life. I was a poser. Yeah. And I fancied myself a mentor, fostering other men’s natural abilities. But it wasn’t until I was in prison and I got beaten to within an inch of my life, day after day, that I finally dropped the bullshit and just accepted who I am. A man with no heart.
Hank: I am nothing like you, Fuches. You’re weak, manipulative, pathetic little man.
Fuches: New deal. I walk away right now. You’ll never hear from me again. All you have to do is admit that you killed Cristobal. Admit that you fucked up. Admit that you were scared. That you hate yourself. That there’s some days you don’t think you deserve to live, and the only thing that’ll make you forget is by being someone else.
[...]
Hank: It wasn't supposed to happen!
Fuches: It never is.
Hank: I just wanted to be safe!
Fuches: We all do.
Hank: I am nothing like you, Fuches. You’re weak, manipulative, pathetic little man.
Fuches: New deal. I walk away right now. You’ll never hear from me again. All you have to do is admit that you killed Cristobal. Admit that you fucked up. Admit that you were scared. That you hate yourself. That there’s some days you don’t think you deserve to live, and the only thing that’ll make you forget is by being someone else.
[...]
Hank: It wasn't supposed to happen!
Fuches: It never is.
Hank: I just wanted to be safe!
Fuches: We all do.
Fuches and Hank's final confrontation.
"Oh, wow."
Barry Berkman, before he's shot by Cousineau
"The moral is not necessarily, I guess, maybe, I'm going to be good, or I'm going to be better. It's, like, kind of just being fine with who you are and realizing that you're not actually going to be able to fundamentally change. Is that bleak as hell? Sure. But I think it's more true than I think we'd like to admit."
Aisha Harris about the Barry finale, NPR Pop Culture Happy Hour
