Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's not a forensics expert.

Hey, come on. Let's get this over with.

I mean, we're already--

And then my car died.

Both free to practise as we see fit.

I know I don't sound very good, but I'm just learning.

I'm stressed out the wazoo.

Anyway, now I've convinced myself that...

That was all you, Kim. You did it once, you can do it again.

Yeah, I feel better already.

Don't be too tough on yourself.

Low-flow. That's good. Good thinking.

Find those spark plugs. We'll get your car started.

What did I do to deserve this behaviour?

Spark plugs are here somewhere. Just give me one more minute, okay?

Come on, I'll walk you out.

- Sounds good. We'll meet you there. - Sure. See you in a few.

"Tender" is better than "submit," yeah?

I figured something had to be wrong, really wrong.

- So whose gun was it? - Who's to say?

Thank you, Omar.

If you want it, it's yours.

We'll have freedom, but we aren't each trying to go it alone.

I've been trying to be the person someone else wants me to be for...

I don't, uh-- Depends on what the letter is.

Here's $10 for you.

Hi. You've reached the law offices of Jimmy McGill.

- You make it sound easy. - No.

...be colourful?

- Great to meet you, Lynne. - You too.

Omar, would you be so kind as to take a letter for me?