Walt pulls into his erstwhile driveway with Flynn and a, frankly, gigantic pizza box. Like Skyler's going to be impressed by his largesse, or something. Skyler answers the door but won't accept the pizza, covered as it is with strings. Flynn sulks past his mother in the doorway without a word, while Walt tries to sell Skyler on the virtues of next-day pizza and civil conversation. She's not having it. They've discussed everything they're going to discuss, and he needs to go. "...I got dipping sticks," is Walt's last-ditch effort. And a noble one, I must say. There aren't many circumstances I could see myself turning down dipping sticks. Skyler does.
Rebuffed, Walt trudges back to his car, angrier by the step, and ultimately snaps and tosses the pizza box into the air. Which is when the most amazing thing I have EVER seen happens. The pizza comes flying out of the box, is launched up into the roof, and lands -- face up (!) -- about two and a half feet up the roof. You couldn't do that again in 100 tries. I've made known my joy and shame at that Minute to Win It show on NBC where you basically do a bunch of stoner parlor tricks in a minute's time. What Walt did right there should be the million dollar challenge on that show. Hell, the BILLION dollar challenge. Nobody's ever going to do it. If Skyler had seen Walt do that with her own two eyes, she'd start smoking meth and giving Walt a handsie right then and there. Alas, you kind of had to be there, and she wasn't. Walt drives off with the pizza lying accusatorily on the roof.
The next morning, Walt wakes up on the floor of his apartment, face-down in a pile of popcorn. Wild man. He peers across the room, where he can see the teddy-bear's eye that is still under his bed. The phone rings and goes to the machine, and -- because we live in TV land, where voice mail is still audible as it's being recorded -- we hear Skyler yell at Walt about finding the pizza on the roof. She tells him to pull it together or she's going to have to get a restraining order. At "restraining order," Walt leaps up (banging his head on the table) and grabs the phone, but Skyler's already hung up. He has a mini-freakout, even attempting to grab his crotch and sneer "restrain this!" but none of it really works for him. He's still the nerdy chem professor, even after a year of meth-dealing wickedness.