Walter, I’m your lawyer. Anything you say to me is totally privileged. I’m not in the shakedown racket. I’m a lawyer. Even drug dealers need lawyers, right? Especially drug dealers.

No shit! Right now you’re Fredo. But, y’know, with some sound advice and proper introductions, who knows? I’ll tell you one thing: you’ve got the right product. Anything that gets the DEA’s panties in this big a bunch, you’re onto something special. And I would like to be a small and silent part of it. Food for thought, yeah? So if you want to make more money and keep the money that you make, better call Saul!

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?