Better Call Saul, Season 6

[On the night of the robbery, Saul watches Jeff through the mall cameras while one of the security guards, Frank, is eating a Cinnabon roll with his back facing the cameras.]

Saul:
How about that 44-21 win against the Cavs?

Frank:
Be still my heart. [laughs]

Saul:
Seventy-six yard pass to Reggie Ball, and–and never sacked once.

Frank:
Wow, you have got quite the memory.

Saul:
...Yeah, well—I'll tell you what. I can remember every stitch of clothing I was wearing during that game, but ask me what I had for dinner and... [whistles] Clean slate.

Frank:
Tell me about it! [Saul checks his stopwatch, which is at two minutes and fifteen seconds] Well, I'll tell ya: If you're not passing the ball, that's what's gonna happen. [eats another bite] Mmm!

[Eventually, Jeff runs with the last round of clothes when he slips and falls. Saul chokes on his coffee.]

Frank:
You okay?

Saul:
[coughs] Wrong pipe.

Frank:
Oh, okay. So, you think our guys are gonna move to the Big Ten like they're sayin'?

Saul:
[pause] Big Ten?

Frank:
Yeah, you know, maybe they're just chasing the almighty dollar if you ask me. I mean, both powerhouses of course. But, you know what? You got Oklahoma and Texas over here. But Michigan, Ohio State over there! [Saul looks nervously at the cameras] I... I don't know. Guess I like tradition. [chuckles; sighs as he takes yet another bite] So good. Just amazing. Wow.

[After Saul realizes Jeff is out cold, he fakes a nervous breakdown to distract Frank]

Saul:
God, what am I doing?

Frank:
What?

Saul:
[cries out again as Frank turns his head towards the cameras] Look at me! Wha—I don't know what... [sobs] Oh, Jesus!

Frank:
Gene?

Saul:
Oh, God. You... you have a wife, right, Frank?

Frank:
Yeah.

Saul:
Yeah?

Frank:
Yeah.

Saul:
She's waiting for you? [Frank nods] Look at me. I got... I got no one. My parents are dead. My brother... [beat; looks down] My brother is dead. I, uh... I don't have a wife. No kids, no friends. If I die tonight, no one would care. What difference would it make?

[Saul looks up again and notices Jeff slowly getting himself up]

Frank:
Gene, buddy... I—I'm sure you mean a lot to... to a lot of—lots of people. [turns his head around again]

Saul:
[slams fist on table] If I die tonight, my landlord would pack up my stuff. It'd take him three hours. And Cinnabon would just hire a new manager. Gene who?! Poof, I'd be gone! I'd be... a–a ghost. Less than a ghost. I'd be a... a shadow. I'd just mean nothing. I mean, Frank... What's the point, Frank? What's the...

[Saul sees Jeff put away the clothes in the box. He groans as he watches Jeff run out of the warehouse, then claps when he's out of sight]

Saul:
[sighs] I'm sorry. You didn't need to hear that.

Frank:
No, no, no. That's–that's okay. No, that is okay. Everybody has bad days.

Saul:
You've felt like this?

Frank:
...No. I mean, not me, but... people. I think a lot of people.