Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...and now his wife kicks the poor bastard out of his own house.

She's just trying to keep me from seeing you and you're helping her.

You won't have to deal with this again, I swear.

- I'm gonna pepper-spray you. - Pepper-spray me. That is just perfect.

Oh, you got your termite inspection. That's good.

But you, you don't even care!

And the wife, she catches him. I mean, it's a story as old as time.

But no meth lab.

- Don't tell your mom. - Okay.

...I saw a pizza on our roof.

We're waiting on that famous blue meth of yours.

Look, a guy like Walt? Nice guy, decent, smart.

- Take a deep breath, calm down. - This is America, okay?

There you go, son.

- Honey, I... - What?

Two-day drive from the nearest ocean...

There are pictures on the website, if you want to take a look.

Come on. It's not Devil's Island.

No, he's not staying. He understands that.

He acts up. He steps out.

But this time, soon as they made it across, someone hit them.

You know of flight 515, the plane crash? You're wearing the ribbon.

- You don't need the room, do you? - No, no, no.