Better safe than sorry. That’s my motto. Yeah, you do seem to have a little ‘shit creek’ action going. You know, FYI, you can buy a paddle. Did you not plan for this contingency? I mean the Starship Enterprise had a self-destruct button. I’m just saying.
Look, let’s start with some tough love, alright? Ready for this? Here it goes: you two suck at peddling meth. Period. Good! ‘Oh boo-hoo, I won’t cook meth anymore!’ You’re a crybaby! Who needs you?! Hey, I’m unplugging the website, so no more money laundering! How do you like that?!
Great, perfect you know… this is just. I told her you were my A Team. Oh, hello Mrs. White, the good news is the IRS has been paid off, the bad news is… ach, Jesus!
What am I eighth grade hall monitor? Current whereabouts? Let me tell you something, Mike. There are rules to this lawyer thing. Attorney client privilege, that’s a big one. That’s something I provide for you! If I give up Pinkman, then you’re gonna be asking, old Saul gives ‘em up pretty easy what’s to keep him from giving me up? You see, so then, where’s the trust?