[ The lid of the crate that Jesse's struggling with proves to be something Jesse has to wedge his knife into to get it to open. But he gets distracted, glancing over at Pinkman, fidgeting. ]

Nothing. Nothing's t'find out, long as you're careful. [ He means he's not telling anybody, Pinkman. He stops with the crate and lowers his voice again. ] Look -- listen. I been clean for years. I can't do it again, 'cause I know I'll never get out. Alright? [ It's incredibly difficult for him to say, when all he wants to do is ask if he can just try some of it. ]

I dunno I should even look in these if m'gonna find some left for me. [ He knows he doesn't have the self control. ]