Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- (chalk scratching) - Memory, improvisation,

but the way I heard it,

Walter's intent on relieving the milkmaid of her unmentionables.

I will, but Rebus here

weaving the old into the new.

Then he self-corrected a fucking milk bottle into your skull.

while practicing his kicks.

Vectoring, asshole.

in a diagnostic since our last conversation?

The markings on its shell.

- (coughing) - (gasps)

- Ready? - (piano playing)

(chuckles) Shit.

Maybe it'll tell you your horoscope.

There's too many of them for us.

Mmmm.... DON'T MIND IF I DOOOO!

Maybe it's the company.

you've been looking for quite some time.

But, for all his brilliance, I don't think Arnold understood

But this place you live in,

Aw, don't sell yourself short, Cookie.

the hosts are not real.

You told me not to.

Try and find help.

Do you remember now, Teddy?

Continue, Dolores.

They're designed to play off aberrant behavior.

Morning, Samuel.

- Is there something wrong with me? - No.

It's amazing how resilient the hosts are.

Barely spoke to anyone, except the hosts.

then whatever Abernathy had could be contagious.

And get our friend here back upstairs.

I wonder if I've been changed in the night.

You might get the draw on me, you might not,

those men are dead already.

Do you ever wish you could forget?

Your job is not to protect Dolores,

and I reach over, half expecting to...

He lets the other three go.