Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Are you watching Family Guy? - Nope.
- Hear what? - Okay, look,
Have a good night.
Hey, I won't say nothing to nobody.
Good move, Ass-Kick.
- Smoke? - No.
No radioactive spiders, no refugee status from a doomed alien world.
All right, okay!
so you should probably use the window.
That's me, back before any of this crazy shit happened.
Back here, come on. Let's get you home. Come on.
Quitting. I mean, this is...
Yeah, now.
The point is there's only one way a superhero can trust a stranger.
Hey, I got one of those.
at this really great store Atomic Comics.
I feel a little weed takes the edge off things when I'm on patrol, you know?
I mean, they're both kind of hot. I just think Red Mist has a better body.
She didn't want the money back that she'd given him
Hey, go finish your oatmeal.
Jett… LUCHANKO!
Hot chocolate, extra marshmallows.
Get out there.
What the fuck do you...
Though to be honest,
You are so fucking dead, man.
Right. Dead Tre.
- Katie? - You're Rasul?
Three assholes laying into one guy while...
Well, that is neat.
I mean, I just can't believe he's dead, that's all.
Now move.
Yeah, it must be terrible to have a rich dad and everything you want.
Yeah, I'd rather die.
It's time for Frank D'Amico to go bye-bye.
I don't fucking believe it.
Just go.
Mindy.
It's a shame. You have potential.
Man, if you're right, we're gonna look like the biggest bunch of pussies in New York.
Yeah, Dave, what do you think?
What kind of kid has a.... Super Mario Party? Sure, But a fucking Dinoco Party?
I called it preparation.
- Get in the car. - Get in there!
Are you watching Zootopia?
Hot Chocolate, Extra Marshmallows.
Stay?
Your mom would have been so happy to see you out of your shell like this.
- This is awesome. - Fuck, yeah.
that being a superhero is bad for your health.
What, are they selling paper plates and napkins down at the store now?
I want Kick-Ass's fucking head on a stick, and I want it now.
Happy birthday, sweetheart.
Holy shit.
We see someone in trouble and we wish we could help,
I can't believe that you would believe this shit from a fucking Russian, man!
You're a doorman now. You don't get a gun no more.
I think it's best that you just walk away.
Yeah, I think I might have just shat in my pants a little.
Hot damn. I always wanted one of these.
One balisong. Two balisong. That's what you get.
It's only me, boss. Everything's under control.
- Dave should go. - Why?
It won't happen again.
We gotta get the hell out of here. Dude, move your fucking ass!
No, not if she thinks he's gay, Todd. You fucking retard.
"Mommy, I want a Kick-Ass party." Dumb little fucks.
- How cool is that? - What?
You beat me to it. I wanted to get you breakfast this morning.
sold you
Internet providers are predicting that
You call this playing, Damon?
It's all the cartridge crap that comes out of your gay little Taser when you fire it.
You won't be scared when some junkie asshole pulls a Glock.
- He's got a cape. - Yeah.
Dead? How?
Unfucking believable...
Leave Katie alone.
Fuck off.
A Bazooka?
Shit. Shit.
Enough!
but I tried my best.
Bazooka?
Maybe he knows who this guy is.
I'm just fucking with you, Daddy.
Me?
Add to shopping cart.
Whatever, man. I would have just gone for his knees.
Well, I wish you wouldn't worry.
I know I can do it. I just need a few things.
It was time to stop wearing this stupid costume.
- How about that? - No, Marty!
Get up. Get him up.
shares in Kleenex are gonna take a dive, man.
- What, and you put it in the warehouse? - Yeah, I thought it'd be cool
Let's call it insurance. Makes it easier for us to take your word.