Bullshit. You're looking for something I did wrong. Because I'M an inmate and SHE'S a warden so obviously I'M the liar.

It's okay. I don't think Graham ever really believed me either. [...So he says now. At the time? He was happy enough to think he did.]

But fine. The full story. We were TALKING, about all kinds of stuff, and then she started talking about Jesse and how shitty things were getting or something and then...

SHE came on to ME, okay? I didn't START anything, I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG.

Of course you'll assume things about me.

You already are.

Like I said, she came on to me. And we, you know.

And then she stabbed me like halfway through. And then I left. That's it.

[You're leaving a few things out there, Richie.]

Happy now?

And if I don't?

You're just waiting until I say the wrong thing. You're looking for a reason for me to be in trouble, for something I say that'll justify it.

But there isn't anything else. We screwed, she stabbed me, I left, the end. That's it. I don't see what that's got to do with those pieces of shit killing me unless Pinkman's a bigger jackass than I thought.

I thought you didn't approve? You made a big enough deal at the strip club, anyway, I didn't peg you for a fucking perv.

...What?

How's that any different?

That's not what I'm asking.

You said you don't give a shit about the fucking, but then you want to know what she did and what I did because of what she did. It's the same thing, you're still asking how it was.

I still don't know what you're asking for. We screwed, she stabbed me, I left. That's it, there isn't any more to it.

And just what is THAT supposed to mean?

[Because even though he WANTS the conversation over, he still gets the feeling he said something wrong, something that's going to bite him in the ass later. Something that's going to get misinterpreted. He doesn't like the tone of that response, he doesn't trust it.]

...Okay.