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And it happened again ...and again, and again

Speaking of which, my birthday.

Come on! How am I supposed to -?

Six feet under and half a face, he's still screwing with us.

- No. - No, no, no. It's good.

What is your next move?

...that's the job, and you need to be okay with it.

...most delicious baby that was ever born.

And maybe, if I may be so bold...

Breathe, Lydia.

No. What...? No. I am.

Hank and Marie are on their way.

Hey, I just wanted to say I liked your idea.

One more factor that you're not thinking about:

And I dealt with him. It's over.

- And what if you're wrong about her? - I'm not wrong.

Nothing stops this train.

Thanks. Thanks.

- Thank you. - Hey, Mom, you forgot something.

Wait, wait, wait! Stop!

Has anything like this ever happened before?

Junior is still asking, "What is going on?"

I'm compromised. But I won't -

I think it's the way to go.

I can't keep you out of this house.

There. The foreman.

I think I was too scared...

I'll send a new guy.

I'm betting you get another 200,000 miles out of her.

The day after my 50th.

I don't need to hear any of your bullshit rationales.

You know I have to get back to El Paso.

I mean, what will you pay me for this car?

So, what's next?

Too uptight. Too together.

- Gotta be kidding me. - Lydia?

Yeah. Some small amounts on the street-side pulls.

I - I can't go to the police. I can't stop laundering your money.

I'm the - I'm the guy. So where's the...?

They're Watching Onward.

What was that about?

Why didn't they put it inside where nobody would see it?