In a deserted parking lot, the Cousins roll their car up to the back of an 18-wheeler. A positively grody-looking trucker meets them at the back, and ... well, it's Nate Mooney, aka Ryan McPoyle from It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia! If there ever was a perfect fit for Breaking Bad's universe of meth-heads and other assorted creeps, it's that guy. So McPoyle invites his taciturn customers inside the trailer, which is only about a quarter full at best. Of course, it's a quarter full with crate after crate of automatic weapons. Teabagger-level shit, I'm saying. McPoyle, by the way, cannot shut up, motormouthing about Memphis and girls who like to get peed on (I don't know...), while the Cousins just stare at him. You know they want to shoot him. Bad. McPoyle also shows them a case of hollow-point bullets. He tosses one to ... Marco? One of 'em. "Sucker has six razor claws that expand upon impact," he enthuses. "Shred your ma's head like a cabbage." Which reminds me: happy Mother's Day, all you moms out there! McPoyle tells Marco he can keep the bullet, and Marco puts it in his coat pocket. When McP finally stops talking, Leonel is able to articulate what they're looking to buy: "Vests." McP pulls out a pair of Kevlar doozies, "stop a bullet like a soft wang against a Quaker girl." Oh, to have been in the room when that line got thrown out. I sincerely hope someone got high-fived. "They work?" asks Marco. McP answers by revealing the vest he's wearing right now. "I don't leave home without it!" Immediately, Leonel pulls out his gun and fired a shot directly into McP's chest. McP goes flying to the back of the car, gasping and pissed off, but alive. Leonel digs the bullet out of the vest, while Marco counts out a few hundreds and drops them on McP's fallen body. "You're welcome!" he screams after them. If only he knew how few people get to say that -- or anything -- after doing business with those two.
After the break, Walt and Gale are all suited up, and Walt is eyeing a temperature gauge with much dissatisfaction. He asks Gale what temp he set, and Gale -- checking his clipboard -- says Walt told him to set it at 75. Walt, obstinate, says he told him 85. You can see where this is going, right? Walt berates Gale for a bit, before ordering him to dump the whole ruined batch. You know, I wish I could record this scene and send it to Jesse, and be all "See? You're not necessarily a useless fuckup! Walt does this to everyone!" Alas.