Jesse: A junkyard? Let me guess, you picked this place?
Walter: What’s wrong with it? It’s private.
Jesse: This is…This is like a…a non-criminal’s idea of a drug meet. This is like, “Oh, I saw this in a movie. Ooh, look at me.”
Walter: Yeah, so…so where do you transact business? Enlighten me.
Jesse: I don’t know. How about Taco Cabeza? Half the deals I’ve ever done went down at Taco Cabeza. Nice and public. Open 24 hours. Nobody ever gets shot at Taco Cabeza. Hell, why not the mall? You know, wait at the Gap. “Hey! It’s time for the meet!” You know, I’ll put down the flat-front khakis, head on over, grab an Orange Julius. Skip the part where psycho lunatic Tuco, you know, comes and steals my drugs and leaves me bleeding to death.
From Breaking Bad, Season 1, Episode 07. A+ Writing.
"I have no special talents. I am only passionately curious." 