Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So be it. I'm not being redundant. I'm just being thorough.

I know you both worry about me.

I should be healed up in a couple of hours, right?

I feel terrible...

On the ground, now! We got Judas bullets, Cage.

Give me five and an uppercut.

I traced the phone's credit card.

Now the whole world gets to watch you fall.

Call it a vigilante, or a superhero...

Thanks for keeping Harlem safe, baby.

My arm, your legs.

This suit's Hammer tech, made just for you.

Do the right thing.

There's no way around it. But I can still spin this.

Don't forget to breathe, Carl.

I'mma whoop your ass up and down the block.

Luke Cage is going at it.

There were a lot of dirty hands.

Come on, Luke. Get him. Kick his ass!

- Come on, Luke. - Don't give up, Luke!

Where's your offense? This ain't patty-cake!

When did people stop caring?

- You murdered her! - Hey, hey, hey!

Oh, come on. You're not even gonna try to move?

Call it what you will, but...

You still hit like a bitch.

Where you going, Carl?

You ain't ready, Carl.

Have you received any medical treatment?

Now, the coroner thought it was maybe a heavy waste basket.

Ain't the same.

If Claire leaves, I leave.