Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Your filthy drug money has been transformed...
All right? Ninety-six million.
Isn't that right?
...he went right back to gambling. I mean, that's how deep this went.
- This? - Yeah.
What do you mean, like Rain Man?
They'll say they're not denying coverage.
- Okay. - Okay?
Okay.
- Is there some reason for secrecy? - Later. Not now.
Wait, wait, wait. Hey.
You've got all these nice tulips and baby's breath.
All right.
How could you do that to her, Walt?
Pure and simple.
Nice.
Oh, my God, your fugue state.
Not that blue stuff..
No, no, man. Don't tell me that.
The owner, super dick.
- That was really thoughtful. - It was nice. Thank you.
Anybody wanna introduce themselves?
There he is. Finally. I went ahead and started without you.
I know I owe you my life.
Do I look like his shadow?
Must've been, like, depressing.
And so he paid his medical bills the only way he knew how.
I mean, I built it out of Peruvian walnut with inlaid zebrawood.
Then you have it.
What about you?
Been keeping an eye on that blue meth of yours. Six, seven weeks, nothing.
What?
Hi, Hank. Just gonna do a quick peripheral response, all right?
Yeah, you're right.
- Jesus, I gotta get back. - What? No.