Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sometimes it gets a little jammed. You just gotta force it.

Well, long story short, drove into town.

Forget about the gun, all right?

I'd rather grab a cab than take a chance with my old clunker.

So you don't understand a word I've been saying?

It's move-in ready, as you can see.

...and realised if I kept going the way I was--

To the left. My left, my left.

If we're gonna be law partners, I need to know one thing:

It was a litigation. The result of a nasty divorce.

It would be a hard sell to bring them.

But just-- Let's just rewind the tape and, you know, forget this happened.

Well, I drove into the city this morning.

They're leaving the playhouse. Isn't that amazing?

Mr. Salamanca caught it, tried to throw it away. The possibilities are endless.

I'll just, uh, pack up.

Someone is not flushing.

Maybe cashiering down at the Hinky Dinky.

Go on, get out of here.

Which way was that?

Mum's the word. No problem.

...claim that the gun found at the scene belonged to Tuco Salamanca.

They're low-flow toilets, Jimmy. From now on, flush.

Every grifter in town knows that this is the spot to come for an easy handout.

So "tender." Blah, blah, blah. "To Davis & Main.

I didn't wanna say before because conflict of interest...

Sometimes you have to say something out loud...

Thank you for seeing us.

So, what brought you here?

He's decided that he can no longer in good conscience...

Jimmy, did you have something you needed?

- Great to put a face to the name. - Thanks.

- What do you think you're doing? - I took your advice. I'm blowing off steam.

If you introduce it, Mr. Ehrmantraut will make himself available to the defence.

Can we hear it from Mr. Ehrmantraut?

I see you went to UNM Law. Are you from New Mexico?

Hell, that cocobolo desk. Do you see a desk like that in here?

You worked so hard to get here.

You never gave this a chance. Why?

If I hadn't talked him down, he probably would've--