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00:47:14
Bob Odenkirk, Jonathan Banks, Bryan Cranston, Aaron Paul, Anna Gunn, Dean Norris
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Get us a couple flunkies in here.
Absolutely. I'm just gonna need your swatter thing.
You know, all the gunk we scrape out of the vats.
Hey, since when did they change it to "opossum"?
Well, what about spillage?
I've been to my oncologist, Jesse...
You know, I was thinking maybe before the fugue state...
It was a possum. Big freaky-Iooking bitch.
Sorry for what, being a lunatic?
You know, two junkies with a duffel bag full of cash.
Yeah, baby. It's got pheromone, all right? I got a butt-Ioad.
...where all your intestine sort of just slip out of your butt.
What about evaporation?
We're making meth here, all right? Not space shuttles.
Yo, yo, does somebody have an axe I can use?
- Well, just move your jaw around. - I am moving it around.
And that is in no way a misuse of the word. Okay?
It's time to alkaline.
She started keeping an old umbrella, you know, by her chair.
Pressure. I've turned the ventilation up to keep the outside out.
We did, this one time, back when it was my aunt's house...
So you're chasing around a fly and in your world, I'm the idiot.
...I'm thinking like an Ebola leak or something.
You know, all the gunk we scrape out of the vats.
Dude, you scare the shit out of me!
You know, when, like, just stuff gets spill.
You ever have, like, a wild animal trap in your house?
We hang them up all over the place. It won't be able to resist.
You know, a little sodium hydroxide, shut the lid.
A point that you'll be arriving at sometime in the near future?
Yo, if this is suppose to be all, like, major-league and all...
...where all your intestines sort of just slip out of your butt.
That's what science teach us.
We're making nothing until we catch this fly.
But it was good that that was when we decide to take her to the doctor...
You sure? Last thing we need is to get lock out.
But it turned out that the cancer had spread to her brain...
I mean, no matter how well I explain it...
And it happen to work quite well, thank you.
Have you even slept?
Wait. Wait. I mean, shouldn't we be wear masks?
Have I been speak to myself?
Maybe your positive pressure blew it out the door or something.
And plus, my daughter wasn't born yet.
Jesse, I know this seem unusual to you, a layman.
I just walk in, sat down.
But afterward, I stopped at a bar.
A point that you'll be arriving at sometime in the near future?
I mean, literally. It's so gross.
You okay getting home?
Look, I definitely got it, man, all ri...
It was just a total bitch to get out. You know, it took forever.
Absolutely. I'm just gonna need your swatter thing.
I mean, I truly believe there... exists some combination of words.
So exactly what kind of contaminant are we dealing with here?
It was odd. I never do that, go to a bar alone.
Not to us particularly, no.
Sometimes I'd see him outside at night and it would just, you know, freeze.
Fricking finally.
Well, what about the crap that gets left behind?
And it happens to work quite well, thank you.
Okay, look, we're running late, so let's just get started.
Sometimes I'd see him outside at night and it would just, you know, freeze.
Actually, it's not so much that he got trapped...
I couldn't chance saying it inside.
...where all your intestines sort of just slip out of your butt.
But I miss her, though.
So how far off are we?
I didn't put it together until after the crash when he was all over the news.
It's subatomic particles in endless aimless collision.
It's subatomic particles in endless aimless collision.
Is there a discernible point to this story?
Freaking psycho.
Got obsessive about stuff. Just got mad about stuff.
A fly. I get it. It seems insignificant, right?
It's not negligible.
You little bastard.
The universe is random. It's not inevitable.
Surprised he doesn't make us do that.
That damn second cell phone.
That's weird.
It was odd. I never do that, go to a bar alone.
Jesse, I know this seems unusual to you, a layman.
Did you know that there's an acceptable level of rat turds...
Are you okay?
I mean, literally. It's so gross.
Got obsessive about stuff. Just got mad about stuff.
So it's, like, not dangerous?
You know, "opossum" makes it sound like he's Irish or something.
All right, I understand that the fly is a serious thing now.
The universe is random. It's not inevitable.
What would a West African virus be doing in our lab?