Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hi, I'm Bob. Lana Kane.
What? Oh, my God.
Ooh! Here's an idea, why don't you just saw your goddamn head off?
For who, crippled gay hillbilly spies?
...searching for him, and this whole time...
Oh, for-- If I'm KGB, why is the KGB shooting at me?
We're closed, Bob-- Linda!
I'm sorry, I'm sure I misheard you.
I speak Russian?
It's the only thing that gets me out of bed.
Slingshot.
Multinational Hotels Incorporated?
No buts, Lin. I'm not gonna let you guys get hurt.
...against a sudden and quite possibly violent confrontation with his mother.
Alter-ego of She-Hulk, what?
...and why Russian people want him dead.
Wait, why are you at the same spa as me? I... Uh... Uh...
Like a big brown giraffe.
Dually noted and disregarded
Yeah, it works, right?
Speaking of, you see the bulge on that towel boy?
You hypocrite cooze, I just watched you eat a whole bag of LSD gummy bears.
Man, if I was you I'd be at this spa 25/8.
For you, Lana, I will take the highway right into the danger zo--
...but just please don't hurt my family. He means we're not robbers.
We want you.
Ray, we are Code Zulu.
And how do you suggest we do that? Well, some people use baby powder.
Arch-- Bob! What, Jennifer Walters?