Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's all I have until the end of the month.
Easy.
- Can you sit--? - Ah, ah. All right.
Don't you walk away from me.
Go.
Listen, I'm willing to accept responsibility.
Hey.
I saw your wallet. You got plenty in there.
- Tell me how that helps me. - You won't have to talk to the cops.
So the story is...
She wouldn't. No, she wouldn't want to make me look bad.
- That's the sound of victory. - Jimmy, stop selling.
You would've done the world a favour.
I'm not gonna do it.
No more Jimmy McGill, Esquire. Poof.
Take it out.
So I'm locked up with Tuco...
I don't mess around with insurance, ése.
You want me to quit Davis & Main? That's fine!
Or on you.
Good bolt-action rifle, if you jammed it, I'd wager you were setting out to do so.
Yes, sir.
- You did that. - Oh, come on. That'll buff right out.
As always, I've gone to the trouble of grinding down the serial number.
- I should've told you last night. - You think?
Loco, crazy. There's no other way to put it.
Should throw off your X-ray diffraction and some other higher-end methods.
I'm not asking you, I'm telling you.
I didn't say that and I would never say that.
What the fuck?
Don't need it. We can handle our business.
...and I'm not gonna let you drive it off a cliff.
Look. The details? That's what I'm paying you for.