Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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