Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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