Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Look, are we done here?

Every time you use one of those aphorisms, they are... wrong.

JACK: She's awfully composed around her own idol.

- Hawkeye. - Oh, hi.

(DOOR CREAKING)

(BREATH TREMBLING)

(BARTON GRUNTING)

You're listening to New York's 107.6, light FM.

- KATE: Oh, my God! - What?

Sounds like a blast already.

You're getting that pre-headache look, darling. Let me get you some tea.

Okay, how about enough materials to make your costumes plus two more?

Yeah, look, uh, this kid I'm helping is stuck in the middle of it,

Entry should be easy.

Let me guess, you're gonna need another day.

Hawkeye's trick arrows are in an NYPD facility near the Manhattan Bridge.

- Wow. You guys are... - WOMAN: Retreat!

I understand. Okay.

If it's locked, break in quietly.

But before I go, I need to put this Ronin situation to bed.

Hey, can I have my gun back?

"son, Cooper, age 16, son, Nate." What...

Good evening, sir. Can I help you with your bags?

Well, now you're problem-solving.

Okay. (CLEARS THROAT)

WOMAN: (OVER RADIO) It's three days until Christmas

Oh, that makes sense.

- BARTON: What do you mean, strobe lights? - I don't know.

Stabbed with a sword.

- Got celery, a little Kashi. - BARTON: Kate.