Back at the White house, Skyler waits by the phone while Walt alternately cradles baby Holly to sleep and condescends to Skyler about how it was a "good try" and that the "nail salon sounded promising" after all. Skyler, defensive and not ready to give up yet, says they should wait longer. Bogdon will call. Walt nearly pats her on the head with more "It was a good idea" business, but thankfully the phone interrupts him. Skyler nervously picks it up, but once she's on the phone with Bogdon, she's cold steel. Oh, that $879,000 offer she made last week? That'll be coming down to $800,000, pretty much entirely due to Bogdon's rudeness towards Skyler and her husband. Walt, meanwhile, is having a conniption fit behind Skyler, freaked out that she's queering the deal. But Skyler is all "Furthermore..." with some bullshit about meeting with other sellers and it being a soft market. Bogdon starts yelling at her over the phone, Walt looks at her like she's crazy, but Skyler sticks to her guns. When she hangs up the phone, she tells her incredulous husband that she's "negotiating." The way she says it sounds like she's trying to convince herself. She tells Walt that haggling over price is just another way they need to project normalcy. Throwing around Walt's drug money could arouse suspicion. Immediately, Walt's back to condescending to her. Well, Bogdon's clearly not calling back. She didn't honestly think that'd work, did she? Walt goes to call Saul, and Skyler stares a hole through the phone, her face clearly projecting the self-doubt she won't let Walter see. Of course, the phone rings soon after, and Skyler totally lets it ring four or five times LIKE A PIMP. All the points go to Skyler in this round.
Jesse's house. It's morning, so his 24-hour meth-head people are mostly passed out, save for at least
Badger (it's not Badger, though I keep wishing it was, because I love Badger), who is rambling on about some nonsense or other. Oh, and Jesse is also up, and he's crumbling up dollar bills (hundreds? I wouldn't be surprised) and trying to throw them into the mouth of a slumbering houseguest. He's got this wide-eyed, single-minded determination about it, because if he can concentrate on one thing hard enough, he can force out all the other awfulness that's happening inside his brain. By the time Jesse finally sinks one in the hole ("YEAH, BITCH!"), some of the other meth-heads are waking up and noticing the crumbled-up cheddar on the floor. So Jesse decides to feed the beast even more; he rouses everyone awake, and then tosses the stack of money into the air. As the meth-heads crawl around for it like actual rats swarming around the nub of a discarded hot dog on the subway tracks, Jesse zones out against a wall and surveys his kingdom of scabby-faced subjects. You guys, remember the in-your-face triumph when Jesse bought this house out from under his parents? Looking at what it's become now is just so sad.