Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wait, why are you at the same spa as me? I... Uh... Uh...
Ooh! Here's an idea, why don't you just saw your goddamn head off?
...and why Russian people want him dead.
You hypocrite cooze, I just watched you eat a whole bag of LSD gummy bears.
Yeah, it works, right?
...searching for him, and this whole time...
I speak Russian?
We're closed, Bob-- Linda!
Dually noted and disregarded
For you, Lana, I will take the highway right into the danger zo--
We want you.
Speaking of, you see the bulge on that towel boy?
Hi, I'm Bob. Lana Kane.
I'm sorry, I'm sure I misheard you.
...but just please don't hurt my family. He means we're not robbers.
Slingshot.
No buts, Lin. I'm not gonna let you guys get hurt.
For who, crippled gay hillbilly spies?
Multinational Hotels Incorporated?
What? Oh, my God.
Oh, for-- If I'm KGB, why is the KGB shooting at me?
Like a big brown giraffe.
And how do you suggest we do that? Well, some people use baby powder.
Arch-- Bob! What, Jennifer Walters?
Man, if I was you I'd be at this spa 25/8.
Ray, we are Code Zulu.
Alter-ego of She-Hulk, what?
It's the only thing that gets me out of bed.
...against a sudden and quite possibly violent confrontation with his mother.