Vic: What are you doing here? [Walt begins to answer] Five words or less.
Walt: [Pauses, then, counting on his fingers] Out... for... a... walk... bitch.
Vic: Out for a walk by my house at night. I don't have time for this, Walt.
Walt: On your merry way, then. Contrary to one's self involved world view, your house happens to be directly between... parts and... other parts of this town.
Vic: Fine. Keep going. I'll cut you a break.
Walt: Let me guess. You won't kill me. The whole crowd pleasing threats and swagger routine. Outstandingly original. You know, I was just passing through. Satisfied? I hope so because God knows you need some satisfaction in your life besides shagging Captain Cardboard. And... and I never really liked you anyway. And... and you have stupid hair.