[ Oh that is it.

When that hand starts jabbing his way, Walt takes the first one. The second one. And by the third one, he swats Jesse's hand away. Why the hell couldn't he see that this is a problem? There is always a problem whenever they go out to cook. And most of it stems from Jesse's complete inability to think ahead. ]

What is wrong with you? There's seriously something wrong with your head. Why would you only get us enough gas to make the trip. Don't you ever, for one minute, think about the possibility of things going wrong? No wait. You don't think. That's the problem here!

That's always been the problem here. It's just one I can't seem to figure out the solution to.

[ Wearily, Walt sinks back into his seat with a sigh. Alright. They're in the middle of no where. Walking to a gas station would take hours, and quite frankly Walt isn't even sure he could make that type of journey. ]

I don't suppose you have your phone on you? I don't suppose you could call that friend of yours -- Beaver or whoever to come bring us some gas?