Jesse's at a diner with Badger and Skinny Pete, and that veritable braintrust is talking about Jesse's current "fucked up" situation, where his "outlaw" status is being sullied by things like taxes and responsibility. "Darth Vader had responsibilities," Badger muses. "He was responsible for the Death Star." Indeed. And Skinny chimes in, "Two of them bitches." Jesse still thinks the whole tax thing is "messed up, yo. It's Kafkaesque." And now Badger and Skinny will tell two friends their fun new word. And they'll tell two friends. And so on. And so on. Anyway, Jesse's idea is that they should start slinging again. Skinny and Badger are jazzed to start up the old business again, but Jesse's not going for that shake-n-bake shit anymore. Nor is he interested in selling on the streets. "Maybe I know a whole new market," says Jesse, with more than a little of that wicked gleam he's had in his eyes all season." Maybe alls we need is the meth." This is starting to feel like Boogie Nights right before they try to rip off Alfred Molina. Jesse, you've just got your face back to its old, cute self. Don't risk it again so soon .