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Who the hell is that?
No.
Oh, my God. You don't have to date that guy. Jesus.
Are you scared I'll become more mystical than you? (BLOWS)
See, that guy is exactly why I don't date.
As a compliment.
(PHONE VIBRATING)
DONNY: Ah-ha!
(AUDIENCE MURMURS QUIETLY)
(GROANS)
Do you think you can proof it for me tomorrow?
-Have a seat over there. -Okay. This is fun.
-Do you need to get that? -It can wait.
WONG: Demons, Ms. Walters.
I haven't really tested it out. I'm not looking to get myself killed.
Oh. Um, uh-uh.
My daughter gets attacked by four men, and I'm supposed to do nothing?
I do not have to be She-Hulk to get a date.
Oh, what's that, like, code for selling Adderall?
it risks untangling the material and astral planes.
-I don't know. It's blue. -Ah.
All right. (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
It was so sad.
-If I may say a few words, Your Highness? -Uh...
Yeah. For sure.
Great question.
-Welcome. -Yeah.
(DONNY EXCLAIMS)
-Hey. Can I ask you a personal question? -Of course.
Ta-da! Hey! All part of the show.
-What's your address? -I don't even remember.
The men you see are seeking to wield the power of gods.
-(EXCLAIMS) -(CHUCKLES) Okay.