Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Son of a bitch. Your words.
Well, not sick. How the heck are you, son?
...funny.
Krieger, we need suppressing fire.
Drive, shit-heel.
Not so much. My God.
But I'm a firm believer in corn starch. Not the gimp suit.
Ahh! Oh, my God. Aww. Sorry.
KGB agents, 12 o'clock. What?
Gimp suit!' U n less ...
What? I'm sorry...
...so you, uh, better break out the purple stuff.
Oh, my God, double duh, right? Huh?
Well, however you pronounce it. Argh!
You think that compares to a dream wedding to Ron Cadillac...
I do not, have-- She-Hulk, then, whatever, they're--
Did you see that? Yes.
Ow!
Remember, he'd go, "Shazam!"
Eh, probably just a coincidence. Really?. You’re going with coincidence.
Hmm, and what are your parents' names? What?
You guys aren't safe if I'm around. But, Bobby--
There's a niche
It's not déja vu, you idiot.
Well, excuse me, Ike Turner. Jeez.