Cheetos or Fritos

That’s a recipe for vegan s’mores. There’s all kinds of crazy crap in there. He had like a top ten recumbent bicycles, indoor composting tips, all right next to the mother of methamphetamine syntheses.

This guy was a uh, man he was a real character. Let me show you something. Right here, the top it says uh… ‘to W.W. my star, my perfect silence.’ W.W. who do you figure that is, you know? Woodrow Wilson, Willy Wonka… Walter White?

Sorry, buddy. No can do. Pain is my foot in your ass. Ooh, heyo… pool party! Hey, I don’t get the gag, jackoff. Who is this?
So… let me get this straight. You got this meth from ‘some dude’ wearing khaki pants, who – you’re 80% sure – had a mustache. And that’s it? That’s your brain working at full capacity? It means I think your story’s bullshit.

Marie, I said Cheetos, not Fritos. I must’ve said Cheetos like ten times. You need me to write it down for you? Well, I’m just saying, y’know, I said Cheetos. Ch-ch-ch sound. Virtually impossible to confuse Cheetos with Fritos it seems to me. Where are you going?

No speeches. Short speech. You lost your partner today. What’s his name – Emilio? Emilio is going to prison. The DEA took all your money, your lab. You got nothing. Square one. But you know the business and I know the chemistry. I’m thinking… maybe you and I could partner up.

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