Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What's happening?
That would only draw their attention to you and therefore, to me, as well.
You are selling them narcotics.
Go on.
Marco was shot in the face and died instantly.
That's poor man's cocaine.
...in an attempt to identify the deceased suspects. Both -
Gale Boetticher's apartment.
We watch our backs, we don't throw him any bones.
Hell, maybe even today.
I didn't do it. See?
I think you got a phone call.
But tell me something.
Look. So, what if this is like math or algebra?
But I'm telling you...
This new crystal methamphetamine...
...it could be the perfect storm.
I meant no insult.
...and you get, like, zero douche bags.
Personal shortcomings notwithstanding...
And no one, not one person that he works with...
What was that about?
...so you can discuss what you would say for questioning.
- Turn right here. - Okay.
At any rate, I declined his business offer...
Just find it in your heart to forgive him this one small mistake.
Well, it's "The Grandparent's Polka."
...a dear friend of mine who died young.
Okay.
He's reading the newspaper and sees that someone he had dinner with...
But most importantly, it's completely artificial.
The compliments are all his.
The only reason you are alive and he is not...
Tomorrow. Tonight, if possible.
- Can we go now? - Upstairs, come on.
All right.
Oh, really?
Think a dude like Gus would let your boy anywhere near him?
And you kept in contact with him over all this time?
...by my method of obtaining this meeting.
So... the Chicken Brothers.
"Hey, Walt, Do Me A Favour?"
- Are we done? - Listen, I -
Some businessman.
He invited me to dinner the following night and I accepted.
...but cancer is cancer, so...
Only bikers and hillbillies use it.
Now, we can handle them if that's all we've got on our plate.
You know, getting there.