Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Walter White to the nearest courtesy phone.
- How is he? - I don't know.
And meanwhile, I have Federales surrounding my house.
Yeah?
I don't understand.
What the hell are you thinking? Why are you calling me here?
- Where's Holly? - I got a sitter.
Skyler, you remember me wanting to drive that day?
What's coming?
No change.
Knowing that you may never wake up again.
Yeah.
You had to take it.
Please do keep us in your thoughts.
- Meanwhile... - Miserable piece of shit.
Oh, yeah?
- You got him? - Come on.
See if you get a pulse. Get blood-pressure cup or an ABI?
It's all, like, shiny up in here.
So I can expect delivery by tomorrow as scheduled.
...and then that creepy, quiet guy showed up.
Oh, I think I'm gonna go wash my face.
- Thank you. - Yes, thank you.
Let me ask you something.
You knew my brother-in-law was with the DEA.
And I do.
No. He kept... He kept saying...
Your man is in custody.
I am not in the habit of picking my own pocket.
OR 1 is clear. Let's put him in there.
I'm not doing anything until these two get the hell out of here. I mean it.
I assume that the next shipment will be delayed.
It's in the same building. It's all under the same roof.
What careful man wouldn't?
Unfortunately...
Well, what's it about?
And I need to get you up to speed.
Some new techniques to learn.
Hello.
Really?
Actually...
Right on. I'm just saying...
Things have improved, yes.
No, it's bigger than that, Gale.
Other one's not much better. Get those boots off.
I hide in plain sight. Same as you.