Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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