He hands Jesse the keys, then takes off his own jacket, tossing it into the car as soon as Jesse opens it. He doesn't want to get blood on it, and he doesn't want to inadvertently tear it from the heavy lifting they're about to do. Before putting his gun back into his shoulder holster, he reloads it -- better safe than sorry -- and ignores the fact that his brain is telling him he needs a cigarette right now. There'll be time for that later.

"Okay, look, you grab his feet, I'll grab his shoulders. That should be easier." He's pretty sure he could haul the body himself if he had to, but he prefers to avoid it. It would be slow going, and the longer this takes, the more likely to get noticed they are. He's had a pretty good run of not getting arrested so far, and he'd like to keep it that way.

He trades places with Jesse, hooking his arms under the dead guy's armpits, hauling him up, waiting for Jesse to grab his feet so that they can muscle him into the car. It doesn't particularly matter how graceful they are about it, as long as the end result is shoving the dead body into the backseat.