Walter: Of course I do. Skyler, youve read the statistics. These doctorstalking about surviving. One year, two years, like its the only thing that matters. But what good is it, to just survive if I am too sick to work, to enjoy a meal, to make love? For what time I have left, I want to live in my own house. I want to sleep in my own bed. I dont wanna choke down 30 or 40 pills every single day, lose my hair, and lie around too tired to get upand so nauseated that I cant even move my head. And you cleaning up after me? Mesome dead man, some artificially alivejust marking time? No. No. And thats how you would remember me. Thats the worst part. Sothat is my thought process, Skyler. Im sorry. I justI choose not to do it.