Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay? The lab's a hole in the ground.
Three hundred and sixty-seven thousand dollars each.
That's pretty basic, right?
What about the smell?
- You think? - Oh, definitely.
Something new? With the feds looking at you?
Like Gale?
Yeah. Keep on keeping on, brother.
Saul, Mike knows the business. He knows distributors.
They do as good a job as anyone in town.
Like what?
But at this point, every year is precious. We are -
All I can say to recommend this...
One hand washes the other. It's as simple as that.
One hand washes the otther... ... as simple as that
I mean, if you choose to spend the rest of your life with this person...
Goodman's cut, 18,000 from each.
No, really. I want you to guess.
Taking liberties that weren't his to take?
Oh, I've been pulling their chestnuts out of the fire, legally speaking, for five years.
Business is my end.
Termites, cockroaches, whatever.
Because he gave me the dead mackerel eyes. He meant it.
Yeah.
You got it. Follow me.
You don't mean to get to them all today?
You don't speak unless you're spoken to.
Mike, I'm keeping my mouth shut.
Well, what did she say when she was yelling?
Marie, I'm begging you. Please keep this to yourself.
So do we take a vote?
I don't care. Just take it.
Is that absolutely clear?
From time to time, you're gonna see these two.
Yeah, it's real nice, but we're looking for something else today.
Yeah. I mean, hey, they play it smart.