Jesse, nerves buzzing, approached Walt, eager to showcase his meth and connect with Walt’s distributor. "So, about your guy… the distribution guy," he stammered. Walt, ever pragmatic, agreed, stating confidently, "It's one thing I'm good at." Jesse, beaming, showered Walt with compliments, but Walt remained focused.  Jesse, remembering Walt’s sobriety promise, cautiously asked, “What about your sobriety?” Walt reassured him, “I told you I'm not using. Ever. I just went back into the business.”  Disappointment flickered across Jesse’s face as he unveiled a bag of blue crystals. "What’s this?" he asked. He meticulously detailed his process, mirroring Walt's teachings. "What do you think? It’s good, right?"Walt's face contorted with disgust. "What? The hell… is this?”  Jesse, bewildered, echoed, "What? What is this?"  Walt's voice dripped with disdain. "This is my product. This is my formula. This is mine," he spat, adding, “It’s our product. But yeah, I was gonna cut you in, but you were gonna cut me.”Confused and hurt, Jesse argued, “No, no, no, I cut you in. All I'm asking is for you to set a meet.""Absolutely not," Walt stated coldly, before launching into a scathing critique of Jesse’s meth, highlighting its flaws with an arrogant precision.  Jesse defended his work, "I gave out samples, and everyone said it was the bomb."  Walt scoffed, "Oh, they said it was the bomb… a bunch of methheads?"Defeated, Jesse retorted, “Fine, asshat, you know what? I'll contact the guy myself.”  Walt warned, "Good luck because my guy is a pro, and he doesn't deal with junkies."Infuriated, Jesse shot back, “Hey, you know what? Eat me anytime, loser.” Then, realizing his words, he hesitantly called out, "Wait, hey?" The exchange marked a turning point, exposing Walt's pride and ruthlessness, leaving Jesse crushed and setting the stage for further conflict.