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00:47:13
Bob Odenkirk, Jonathan Banks, Bryan Cranston, Aaron Paul, Anna Gunn, Dean Norris
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...and wheel the next slob in. We went over this, Marie. Drop it.
- I need ricin. - Oh, my God.
...where you're in an orange jumpsuit picking up litter along the highway.
What about people on crutch? Maybe I should be in here too.
- What is "wasabi"? - Wasabi. Right you are.
What? No. What is that? That's hearsay. Do you have any proof?
You are not a murderer.
And I kneel him down and I put my revolver in his mouth...
This is not some amends that you have to make.
Just lying in a hospital bed getting sponge baths from nurses.
A meth-head you're trusting to do this?
So show me the flaw in it.
...and this sideways asshole is in my back seat humming "Danny Boy."
It's a dispute over turf, right?
Burgers are getting cold.
- This crustacean... - What the heck's a yawp?
...where you're in an orange jumpsuit picking up litter along the highway.
So people in wheelchair should be in hospitals?
- Can I have another bump? - Look, you had your bump.
...than some complete idiot.
All I need from you is the poison, that's all.
That is a story an auditor can believe. What am I missing?
Just lying in a hospital bed getting sponge baths from nurses.
...right now. - How they swinging that?
...against drugs and the gangs that peddle them. We'll be passing...
And I kneel him down and I put my revolver in his mouth...
...two or three days later he gets the flu or a heart attack and he keel over.
"Thought anymore" meaning reconsider? No.
So I cuff him, put him in the car and away we go.
Pilots and musicians know this word derive from...
Now, I realise you two have a history...
And it just rub me wrong.
...and they knock a few bucks off her price.
And when I learned what you intend to do...
It accomplish nothing.
It will be settle right here, right now.
Could you get him arrest?
Caved her head in with the base of a Waring blender.
They hit the sheets with Lysol, reset the meter...
And when the police come, I'm suppose to say:
They had Combo shot down in the street...
Just lying in a hospital bed getting sponge baths from nurses.
I'm shit in pans, peeing in pitchers.
Yeah. I bet that tastes good, huh?
He promise me that he would be here.
Yeah. I bet that taste good, huh?
That's what you said. Untraceable back to us.
How about we stop somewhere afterward and get a beer?
Because he loves his family and desperately wants a reconciliation...
So instead of left, I go right, out into nowhere.
...and you barely press down on them and it's like a screech.
...and one of us would pull her aside and say:
Besides, what if someone comes in?
How about we stop somewhere afterward and get a beer?
You okay with this, right?
Get them young and they're yours forever.
I know a woman who buys from these two once or twice a week.
Slow down.
Swearing to God he's gonna leave her alone.
Sometimes compromises have to be made...
This wasn't one of those "deep down, he loves me" setups.
So instead of left, I go right, out into nowhere.
Jesse, you are now 42 minutes late.
Dinner's almost ready, okay?
Wait outside.
You hired your wife as a bookkeeper, because she's actually a bookkeeper.
Are you not well enough?
...two or three days later he gets the flu or a heart attack and he keels over.
But I'm noting a little hole in your plot though.
- That's not the moronic part. - Okay. So, what's the problem?
"A loud, harsh cry; Walt Whitman's was barbaric."
- A gruesome crime... - Can you turn that off?
And you want a believable story.
...though it may be hopeless and futile.
...you maintain plausible deniability.
- It's pathetic. - That's good, keep talking.
You know, you're just... You're just being foolish, you know?
No, now listen. I know it sounds risky.
This is a ridiculous idea.
"A loud, harsh cry; Walt Whitman's was barbaric."
...but once I get my provisional, I can keep working at it.
"A loud, harsh cry; Walt Whitman's was barbaric."
...drive him downtown, throw him in a drunk tank.
This is just sad. I mean...
- Walking Tall? You don't remember? - No.
- What is "solo"? - This guy's good.
So if it's okay, I was thinking about using this one for the test.
Just keep quiet and this won't ever come back to you.
The call comes in and it's the usual crap.
Paramedics were called to the scene but were unable to revive the boy.
You're supposed to be some kind of a reasonable businessman.
Just some minor offence.