Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They gotta go. Right?
- Not even... - Look, you don't get how right this is?
How about back when it was your plan? When we were gonna use it on Tuco.
Yeah. I bet that tastes good, huh?
I'm just not buying it. No, I think it would be better...
So which means pick me up about 8:30?
Five nights a week, with no notice.
Nothing's gonna happen.
Protest. Struggle.
I'm betting it will. And if he does, you check out of here.
I'm doing it.
Shot Combo on orders.
Know what? That meth-head stood up to your brother-in-law.
- No bet. There's no bet here. No bet. - Afraid you'll lose?
Chrissakes, Marie, you don't say "knock, knock," you... like that.
...they affect other people.
Pinkman in jail? I don't know. I'm picturing it and...
No, no, it's not about money. It's about getting him off the streets.
And suddenly a fantasy story.
- So the TV turns itself off, huh? - Yeah.
Gonna need you to come with me.
I really feel sorry for you, Marie, you know? I really do. It's just...
Yeah. Maybe if he were back sleeping in his own bed.
Sit down.
This is what happens now. My men will come back inside...
He sleeps it off, next morning, out he goes.
- You really think he's serious? - That's why I'm here, Saul.
I heard it from the sister of the kid who shot him.
They hit the sheets with Lysol, reset the meter...
It is true that they killed one of your associates.