It must be nice having all of your memories compacted into about two years' time. You can remember just about everything that's ever happened to you or been said to you (unless, of course, it was said to you two minutes before and involved eating, getting dressed, getting out of bed, leaving your brother alone, washing your hands, getting into bed or anything not fun). Or at least that's how it works with Walt. Poor Adam. Again he suffers abuse at the hands of Walt's selective (and generously embellished) memory . . .
W: Do you remember which episode you watched first?
A: Yeah. Episode IV.
W: Which episode did you watch second?
A: I don't know.
W: Well, which one did you watch next?
A: I don't remember. Which one did you watch first?
W: Episode IV. And then I watched Episode VI and then Episode V, and then I watched Episode II. And then I think I saw Episode I and then Episode III. Yeah. That's right.
This can't possibly be true, can it? Regardless, Adam didn't challenge him on it, and that's going to come back to haunt him, because one day Walt's going to be all . . . "Yeah . . . she said her number was 8-6-7-5-3-0-9. You should call her." Meanwhile, her number is firmly implanted in Walt's brain and is nothing close to what he told Adam, and Walt has a date set up for Friday night.
You gotta watch this guy, Adam; trust me, I'm a lawyer. Would I lie to you?