Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm a lawyer. Even drug dealers need lawyers, right?
No, I better hit it.
Which is which?
Voicemail?
What'd you say to baby face?
Yes.
Are you saying what I think you're saying?
Oh, yes.
I like people who don't, like, abuse the Constitution.
He just goes by Heisenberg.
Now, if you just tell me who your supplier is...
How old is this Heisenberg?
All right. Lame-ass TV ads aside...
What, a shrink? No, no, no. Can't go down that road.
- What's this from A.P.D.? - Been checking with them to see...
Freeze! Hey, right there. Don't move.
If you ask a cop if he's a cop, he's, like, obligated to tell you.
Wait a minute. This is in regards to what's-his-name?
Badger got busted.
So you bought a bed.
Okay, let's start with a name.
Conscience gets expensive, doesn't it?
Option B: Brandon goes up to the penitentiary...
...and gets his rectum resized about yay big.
I... I need to talk to you. I...
This is the guy I’d choose.
Walter, I'm your lawyer.
Okay, you're now both officially represented...
So, what do we do about it?
- You are under arrest. - I'd better call Saul!
This is the guy I’d choose.
Yeah, another one right over there.
You seen Badger?
...the best legal representation ever.
What exactly are you offering to do for me?
The uncle. That was your guy?
This only works when they're scared of you, remember?
He's done nothing but apologise.
I mean, follow me, but if a mosquito is buzzing around you...
Too slow! What's up?
Especially drug dealers.
It's on your head. You're not supposed to double up on vitamin A.
- Go that way. - Forward is better?
Here we go, public masturbation
It's done just for tax purposes.
It's work, Walt. And everybody is gonna be there.
Dude, I just wanna get high.