Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Aye, true that. -(BIRD CHIRPS)
-He could be in a ditch somewhere. -What did you do?
And you are what I want.
Feel free to come again.
Sorry. I thought I heard a ding.
I'm gonna need you to sit in the calming chair now.
No. Okay, so, over there is the Wood Lodge
-(SCOFFS) Three. -What was the last thing you texted him?
You know, sometimes life presents a teacher
-Delete it. -Delete it.
Wow, this is quite a group.
-Favorite chicken. -Great.
EMIL: Uh-huh.
JENNIFER: Previously on She-Hulk...
-Hi, Princess. So cute. -Uh-huh.
Come on, I stacked those.
-I do. -And there it is.
I know exactly who I am.
Why can't he just text me back? Why is that so hard?
Delete Josh's number is what he's saying.
Oh, did he turn into The Abomination?
It's a bit of a hard ask, I'm afraid, on the Wi-Fi front.
He says that like it's an occupation.
Just let her live her life.
Then, I haven't heard from him.
Right now.
It's definitely malfunctioning.
PORCUPINE: Great job.
Man-Bull? Give us a push to the garage, would you?
Don't talk about blood. We're not your dad.
You wanna do that today?
Waving a sword around isn't a job unless you're a matador.
"Hey, getting a little worried. Just wanna know you're okay."
Yeah. My chances of staying out of the ICU would be much greater
I didn't need a magic crowbar to give me a false sense of power.