Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, not sick. How the heck are you, son?
Eh, probably just a coincidence. Really?. You’re going with coincidence.
What? I'm sorry...
Ahh! Oh, my God. Aww. Sorry.
Son of a bitch. Your words.
Well, however you pronounce it. Argh!
Remember, he'd go, "Shazam!"
It's not déja vu, you idiot.
There's a niche
...funny.
KGB agents, 12 o'clock. What?
...so you, uh, better break out the purple stuff.
I do not, have-- She-Hulk, then, whatever, they're--
Gimp suit!' U n less ...
Drive, shit-heel.
Did you see that? Yes.
Krieger, we need suppressing fire.
Ow!
Oh, my God, double duh, right? Huh?
Well, excuse me, Ike Turner. Jeez.
Hmm, and what are your parents' names? What?
Not so much. My God.
You guys aren't safe if I'm around. But, Bobby--
You think that compares to a dream wedding to Ron Cadillac...
But I'm a firm believer in corn starch. Not the gimp suit.