Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, it's me. Wait for the thing.
...and they knock a few bucks off her price.
They sit in their car all day and they get hungry, so she brings them food...
"A loud, harsh cry; Walt Whitman's was barbaric."
Prison or worse. And I'd be right alongside you.
Man, I don't get this.
No, not jail as in "jail" jail.
Hi.
Dinner with the family every night of the week.
Four-letter word, 1200.
Dinner's almost ready, okay?
...and wheel the next slob in. We went over this, Marie. Drop it.
Then we just stood there for a while.
Your boss.
Me, acting like I'm thinking things over...
And you want a believable story.
- Could you keep an eye on your sister? - Sure.
So you're promoting caution here.
What?
So I guess this is what you want, huh?
I tell you what, Walt...
Jesse, you are now 42 minutes late.
You don't look at him. You look at me.
- Got it? - Yeah.
I mean, ever. Understand?
...may have been the victim of a gang-related execution.
Where's the remote?