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00:47:23
Bob Odenkirk, Jonathan Banks, Bryan Cranston, Aaron Paul, Anna Gunn, Dean Norris
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And you waving your chequebook around...
Hey, hey. Hey, you remember peekaboo?
Subdural hematoma. -Don't fall asleep.
Much less the watashi and tanto as a bonus in the deal.
We'll be thinking about you teaching valence and covalence...
...or I grab a flashlight and some pliers and go exploring.
I mean, the nomenclature alone is enough to make your head spin.
I am on the verge here, all right? So shut your skank ass pie hole...
Me and the slit just boosted it, yo. She's like a ant, man.
Yo, all right? I want my money and my dope. Come on!
What would your presumption about me be, exactly?
...like some magic wand is gonna make me forget...
...and then the two of you are talking in the driveway.
...then bury them up to their necks in a huge mound of fire ants.
Where's the rest of my meth?
You are always the picture of innocence.
At least I got persistence.
Shot an ounce in a day and a half? -Yeah.
First let me say, I very much regret involving you in this.
We roll like the breeze, for real.
...tonight in the steel knock out.
Gretchen, your purse.
The look on Skyler's face, she's sitting there, tear in her eyes...
I'm slinging mad volume and fat stacking Benjies.
Or, say, the diamond and the man who invent it.
...business phraseology being toss around.
You abandon us, me, Elliott.
All right, I swear to God I will shoot you both in the face.
I owe you an apology, and I have apologised.
So? It's FIDC insure, yo.
These knives possess edges like...
...or I grab a flashlight and some pliers and go exploring.
You wanna know how GE reward Dr. Hall?
...no strings attach.
Shut up! -You shut up.
...you involve us in your lie.
What am I suppose to do with this?
We shot it all. -Yeah?
We're gonna make it. All right? I promise.
Both of you pull it out of your butts right now...
This is Skyler White. Am I catch you at a bad time?
And you waving your chequebook around...
...and he lost his cell phone quite a while back.
It just so happen we got your money, man, plus interest.
I mean, she sounded apologetic. I guess.
...and the woman who wear it on her finger...
Can you go peekaboo like this? Can you keep your eyes closed?
Serious, I might have a concussion. -Don't fall asleep, baby.
Nowhere that we know of in the universe.
...and you're packing your bags, barely talking.
I mean, she and I had a perfectly nice visit this afternoon...
You're damn right, plus interest.
Well, apparently, Gray Matter...
A little skinnier, which is definitely no tragedy.
...but unfortunately, I have to try to beat the traffic.
There. I've apologised twice now.
But you're feeling good? -Oh, absolutely. Hundred percent.
Truly, anytime you're in town, anytime at all, is good for us.
Well, what does that mean? -That means exactly what it means.
I mean, the nomenclature alone is enough to make your head spin.
Walt is actually at work today. It's his first day back at work...
Look, just... Just don't go back inside. All right?
So I do- I hope we get to see you soon.
You hit me really, really hard, man. I think I'm seeing double.
...and I have to take Walt at his word that he's been passing it along for me.
All right, fair enough. I can appreciate that.
...but as far as we go...
Now, Terry put this one together-
Hey, yo, is anybody else home?
Well, they're prideful people.
Subdural hematoma. -Don't fall asleep.
I mean, she sounded apologetic. I guess.
Dr. Hall invented the first reproducible process...
Not much. It was abrupt.
I was so stunned, but...
Gretchen, I'm so very, very long overdue in telling you this...
Well, needless to say, I've made a pretty good mess...
A little skinnier, which is definitely no tragedy.
This entire thing was unfortunate.
Now, chill.
Shut the hell up, you dumb skank. I'm trying to concentrate.
Though a bald head is a bit of a shocker.
How about you feed the kid a decent meal every now and then, huh?
...is no more immune than anyone else.
They're broke.
..."quarterly decline," yadda, yadda, yadda.
Of course it makes sense. Every safe's got its weak spot, right?
Who's the big tough guy now, huh? Is that you?
Listen to me, stupid.
Is everything okay?
I'm slinging mad volume and fat stacking Benjies.
In, out, like, bam. Went smooth as silk, yo.