Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'll go to 48 Hours. I'll go to Nightline. Don't know if there's Nightline anymore.
...has been one nonstop horror show, you know, so...
Walt and I...
Thought I had it kicked a couple times, you know.
Two hundred pounds a week for three months. That's 2400 pounds.
Yeah, exactly, the blue stuff.
Good. I'm glad.
But I really do need you to...
Yeah, yeah.
Yeah.
To hell with the plan.
From the U.S. Attorney in Santa Fe.
...basically every last dime we had to our name, gone.
Right there?
...then slow-cook ed to perfection.
...nothing.
Day late and dollar short, as usual.
Totally Kafkaesque.
Wow, look at the size of this basket. It's got so many goodies in it.
- I think that... - He... earned it gambling.
Oh, sorry. I didn't raise my hand.
I've seen patients and their families go bankrupt waiting to be reimbursed.
How did you come up with that?
Okay, let's talk about it later, Ted, okay?
How exactly is that supposed to make me feel better?
Walt.
...for my grade...
Okay, Brandon. You wanna tell us something about yourself?
Hey, kick off your shoes. Lay back.
Not that blue stuff..
I'll go find somebody.
Take as much time as you want.
Look, if Hank had more physical therapy with better therapists...
That is so messed up.
But my best advice is stay in the network. Don't go out of pocket.
It was more than facing death.
...I am alive.