Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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