Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Skyler.
- It's not just your father, Jesse. - No, I know. I know. I know.
...we don't lose contact.
Okay. If it weren't for that, none of this would've happened.
No, I'll stick with orange, thank you.
Okay, let's slow down here...
Get back in the scene.
That was better. See? Right? Better? Right.
Oh, God.
Okay, listen. How about you take a bite of your sandwich...
- Ready? - Yo, for what, might help.
...for everything.
No, I'm not. What?
I know. That sounded tight.
Skyler?
I kick you out. I take payment from your inventory.
Yo, we should get Twaughthammer up and running again, yo. I'm serious.
Come to think of it...
...and I think what you heard was my cell phone alarm going off.
See you, man.
- What? - Yo, I get I shouldn't call...
My right nostril
You are a pathetic junkie, too stupid to understand and follow...
- Walt! - In the kitchen.
We agreed, fifty-fifty partners.
When you decide to grow up, you can have it back.
- White residence. - Yo, it's me. Is this a good time?
You son of a bitch.
My legs don't work that way.