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00:47:13
Bob Odenkirk, Jonathan Banks, Bryan Cranston, Aaron Paul, Anna Gunn, Dean Norris
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A teener here and there, you know, strictly street-level amounts.
A voice scrambler. Could have been anybody.
Look, chocolate-covered pretzel and cheese sticks...
- Yeah, yeah, I feel a tingle. - Okay, on a scale of one to ten...
Oh, my God, your fugue state.
It's in a Laundromat. It's totally corporate.
The place is full of dead-eyed douche bags...
I don't get it. Cartel hit?
...and you go in the can for felony tax evasion.
Where's the maestro, out parking the minivan?
Yeah, that was for your partner. It's privileges of seniority and all.
Free licence to bitch and moan. How often do you get that?
...and cut off the supply of methamphetamine to the Southwest.
Building things, like carpentry or bricklaying or something?
Where's the maestro, out parking the minivan?
The truth is he never took their money. Not a dime.
What's the point of being an outlaw when you got responsibilities?
...not a silent assassination.
Why are you purposely giving him free meth?
You've got all these nice tulip and baby's breath.
Now give me a D and shut up so I can go blaze one with my boys."
I took a lot of vo-tech classes, because it was just a big jerk-off.
We've sent the paperwork to your insurance.
Part of the reason we talk about what gets us rile up in our daily lives...
These bitches are bleed us enough already.
But that somehow, they were steer away from me to my brother-in-law.
And I swear to God, I double-checked this like 10 times.
I know I owe you my life.
And at first he went to the casinos, but then he realise that...
Then I rub all the wood with tung oil so it was rich and dark.
You know, you put nose in it and breathe in, it was...
But since the genius can't be bother, today's your lucky day.
It even smell good.
That is mess up, yo.
Now give me a D and shut up so I can go blaze one with my boys."
How exactly is that suppose to make me feel better?
I take your dirty money and I slip it into the salon's nice clean cash flow.
Thought I had it kick a couple times, you know.
...I mean, so what? I'm divorce. You're divorce. So what?
- Why can't you just appreciate that? - Yeah. Hey, I been crunching numbers.
- I put some fresh sheets on the bed. - I wanna be there in case he wake up.
Extended annually, 12 million a year.
I sand it for days until it was smooth as glass.
...the hours suck and nobody knows what's going on, so...
Forget about money. Assume you have all you want.
...he lost $14,000.
These things they laughingly call pillows...
Why are you purposely giving him free meth?
Is the health plan's way medically justifiable? Sure.
But that somehow, they were steered away from me to my brother-in-law.
Extended annually, 12 million a year.
A teener here and there, you know, strictly street-level amounts.
At least potentially.
Marie's got my phone somewhere, if you want to run the incoming.
Oh, yeah, definitely.
Is it absolutely optimal?
Certainly by early next week.
How exactly is that supposed to make me feel better?
There he is. Finally. I went ahead and started without you.
Day late and dollar short, as usual.
The owner, super dick.
One where the dudes who are actually doing all the work ain't getting fisted.
Sounds kind of Kafkaesque.
But you have to understand that as soon as he got out of the hospital...
And I swear to God, I double-checked this like 10 times.
These bitches are bleeding us enough already.
- Exfoliate. - Maybe later.
...you were sort of leading a double life, weren't you?
Free licence to bitch and moan. How often do you get that?
Would that be agreeable?
...has been one nonstop horror show, you know, so...
Must've been, like, depressing.
...brought to you by a savvy investment in a thriving business.
I mean, I built it out of Peruvian walnut with inlaid zebrawood.
...I mean, so what? I'm divorced. You're divorced. So what?
And it looked pretty lame, but it worked...
You should have seen it. It was insane.
It's, like, rigid. All kinds of red tape. My boss is a dick.
...into nice, clean, taxable income...
Hi, Hank. Just gonna do a quick peripheral response, all right?
I'm glad to see you still have your twisted sense of humour.
Then all of a sudden, boom, it's popping up everywhere.
Marie's got my phone somewhere, if you want to run the incoming.
There, my two uncles were known far and wide for their delicious cooking.
I thought you were all, like, precise.
...and some fancy designer olives.
So he... every spare minute, Walt was at some card table somewhere.
Is it absolutely optimal?
This thing doesn't do a damn thing.
...not a silent assassination.
...set the American and Mexican governments against the cartel...
Hi, Marie. Is it okay if I visit?