Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Put it down!
I know where I'm going.
Drop the fucking gun, or we fuckin' shoot!
Look at me. Look at me. Look at me.
(speaking Spanish)
-With traffic. -Seventeen. Okay. Bye.
(thud)
Oh, w-what is that? Metal?
Did you love my daughter?!
-(echoing thud) -(metallic ring)
-Cállate, coño! -Oh!
(grunts)
The one play on the ball...
(gasps) Don't!
(weak wailing)
(Hank whimpers)
Listen to me, Barry. Please don't go in there.
excellent job of blocking by the defenders.
-Barry did this. -Barry did this. (gasps)
Jim: I need you to come now.
Akhmal: No! No! We won't escape! Please, get that out of here!
Why are you protecting Barry Berkman?
(door opens)
You love my daughter?
Of course. Yes, I do.
-Drop it now! -Berkman, drop the fucking gun!
(gasping)
please report to gate 19B.
-Sally: What fucking place? -(sighs)
-Gustavo, piano! -(music stops)
-(insects chirping) -(phone buzzing)