Holding up a hand, he waves for more of the same to the passing waitress. He can't even tell if she fucking noticed, but that's how it goes. She'll bring it or she won't.

The active suggestion that Marie could be stuck here visibly makes him cringe, nearly choking on his drink before shaking his head and wiping beneath his chin. Is it a grimace, or a laugh? Damn, the thought's nightmare fuel by it's own right.

Marie with super powers, Christ Almighty. Probably a supersonic scream, and the ability to turn him into a diamond factory just by association.

"Damn, do I look that old? Not ready to give up and turn in to the armpit of America just yet."

Sorry Florida but he doesn't know what he hates more: the people or the humidity. Oh, there's Pinkman. Yeah, he hates the people more.

"Wife's back in New Mexico. Not, uh, this Wonderland version."