Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A fly, like... Like, what do you mean?
I mean, do we...?
I mean, literally. It's so gross.
No cooking until this fly is dealt with.
Wait. What?
...but once more, I shall try.
Why don't you just leave him be?
I mean, think of the odds.
I'm trying to get it out. Okay? Understand?
Well...
And Skyler and Holly were in another room.
No. No.
Fricking finally.
Son of a...
How long is this batch gonna be good for? An hour? Two?
Yo, Grey matter bitch!
Shut the door!
Two-oh-two and change.
It was a lot better after that.
No, man, not really. I can't say that I'm really following you here.
The sooner we do it, the sooner we're done.
Bet that's totally it.
I just walked in, sat down.
Look, let me just top it off, all right, really quick.
No, it's not that.
All right.
These pheromones are supposed to kick ass.
Yeah.
It will ruin our batch.
And I didn't.
Maybe your positive pressure blew it out the door or something.
You know, "Scrabble, just knock it off:"