Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We got some of Kick-Ass's bâtons.

What? Are you looking at me? Well, this is my business.

- Okay? - You fucking motherfuckers!

and Daddy started a plan of his very own.

All right, up you get. Come on. Two more rounds and then home.

Comic books this kid reads all fucking day long.

Not until somebody finds this cocksucker

What's your name?

Look, only if we can go by the bowling alley on the way back.

If you don't get your wannabe superhero ass in the car...

Take my fucking coke?

You're on the news. Call me.

What do you want to drink? You want a Pepsi?

A handgun bullet travels at... More than?

Hey, early birdie.

I was getting back to my old self.

You'd rather die for some piece of shit that you don't even fucking know?

Daddy, I think I found one.

- I know a way you can get him. - Shit.

Wow, that's weird. I'm usually the one playing therapist.

- I killed all the cameras. - Apparently not.

Maybe it's the porn tape. He doesn't have a porn tape.

All right? I was only trying to surprise you. I'm...

I'm... I'm a friend of Katie's.

Yeah. But I want to get some popcorn.

fighting a bunch of guys.

that I'm gonna make it through this since I'm talking to you now,

Katie Deauxma just offered to buy me coffee.

Something wrong?

Okay, baby doll. Sleep tight.

- leaving him totally vulnerable to the... - All right...

He looks like a transvestite...

You know what a silent "K" is?

That "long term" enough for you?

I'll tell you who owes her a childhood!

I should warn you, that asshole Gigante is looking for Kick-Ass.

A worldwide web broadcast of the New York superhero

there wasn't a whole lot of crime-fighting in those first few weeks.

But more importantly, I talked her into mailing Kick-Ass.

and break your fucking legs.

- Shit. Fuck. - Red Mist!

Who am I? I'm Kick-Ass.

and he came up with a plan to get rid of Daddy.

Under control? You're grabbing a fucking bazooka, you dumbass.

Hit Girl and Big Daddy, they were the real deal.

But we do got a brand-new industrial microwave.

No, I'm just standing around, you know.

Kick-Ass is killing my men, Gigante, that's what's up.

Know what else we do? We don't do them individually.

What? Look, you can't go on...

- No problem. - You're the best.

'cause I promised my girlfriend that I'm done with all this shit.

But don't get me wrong. I like girls my own age, too.

We should, like, talk to him. See if he wants to hang out with us.

Check this out.

But even so, my new vocation kept me plenty busy.

Do what you got to do.

which witch is witch? witch is the witch that can cast spells on whiches and winches.

My son was there, and he's still missing.

So what in the hell are you guys waiting for?

- Did you see those bodies? - Yeah, man.

You wanna be my sidekick?

The world I lived in, heroes only existed in comic books.

- Get up. - Thanks, freak.

Well, you know who this guy is.

but it was a start.

Playtime's over, kid.

This would be the guy that looks like Batman?

in a gang-related attack last week.

Okay, pop quiz.

Excuse me, ma'am. Have you seen this cat?

That must have hurt! Let's see that again from the other side.

I care about you a lot, too.

Dude, if anybody did it in real life, they'd get their ass kicked.

So at close range like this, the force is gonna take you off your feet for sure,

Mindy moved in with Marcus, and he enrolled her at my school.

And let's be real, no other request could have given me more pleasure.

The point is, some fucker is killing our guys.

I care about you a lot.