What that prick is doing involves a lotta things you and I should be worried about. Gun or no gun — and there is no gun, FYI — I can not afford to arouse that kinda suspicion. Capiche?

I know you miss me. I get that. I'd miss me, too.

[Can't Jesse just hear him grinning?]

I'll visit ASAP, but I can't hang around permanently. You want me to be your lawyer, you want me to continue on with this whole watching your ass thing, you're gonna have to trust me and let me play this one my way. Like the Sinatra song.