Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Okay, Brandon. You wanna tell us something about yourself?
...I am alive.
...nothing.
Yeah, yeah.
...basically every last dime we had to our name, gone.
I'll go find somebody.
Day late and dollar short, as usual.
Walt.
Good. I'm glad.
Take as much time as you want.
Two hundred pounds a week for three months. That's 2400 pounds.
That is so messed up.
Walt and I...
Hey, kick off your shoes. Lay back.
How exactly is that supposed to make me feel better?
I'll go to 48 Hours. I'll go to Nightline. Don't know if there's Nightline anymore.
But my best advice is stay in the network. Don't go out of pocket.
Not that blue stuff..
To hell with the plan.
How did you come up with that?
...for my grade...
Yeah.
Okay, let's talk about it later, Ted, okay?
Thought I had it kicked a couple times, you know.
...has been one nonstop horror show, you know, so...
Wow, look at the size of this basket. It's got so many goodies in it.
Oh, sorry. I didn't raise my hand.
Totally Kafkaesque.
But I really do need you to...
From the U.S. Attorney in Santa Fe.
I've seen patients and their families go bankrupt waiting to be reimbursed.
Right there?
Look, if Hank had more physical therapy with better therapists...
...then slow-cook ed to perfection.
It was more than facing death.
- I think that... - He... earned it gambling.
Yeah, exactly, the blue stuff.