Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't blame you. I just...
Great. Thanks, Marie.
I'm just trying to just talk it through. That's...
Do you understand?
Yeah, yeah, absolutely, absolutely.
I didn't want him arrested.
Jesse was capable of working under my supervision.
Work it, work it, baby. Yo, this is sick, brother.
- Fatten that baby up. - Will do.
God, I could go for a glass of wine about now.
Was his nickname Combo?
Mr. Pinkman, if you will.
Vietnamese, 5-foot tall. She adjusts you to "completion."
They're recreational vehicles, Marie. That's what they do.
I'm just saying, you know? We have a history.
Look at the size of this reaction vessel.
...because he's a man.
Don't you worry about my career. My career is just fine.
Genius.
Let's settle on an even 15. That's a nice round number.
Well, then I'm curious as to why the theft was never reported.
Yep.
Yo, Jesse, I got these two fine ladies who wanna participate.
You're damn right it belongs to me.
He's just not the same. He's not.
- I didn't marry a criminal. - Well, you're married to one now.
Anyway...
Sweetie, what is it? Come on.
...as far as I'm concerned.
...especially where I do the talking, you don't say jack?
Ten even, but I can't go any lower and still respect myself.
Yeah. There should be a switch right next to you there.
I'm not letting this sucker out of my sight.
- Yes? - Hi there, Mrs. Ortega?
Why, you leave your balls in your wife's purse or what?
It's funny. You wanna know what's funny?