Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Luke] I don't want you to...

I didn't ask you to recount it.

We could just kick her ass. Would that be wrong?

[man] Well, you got bad info.

internationally...

You're good at verbal abuse.

Place smelled like piss and shit. Couple of them had fainted.

No web page, no contact number, nothing.

but I think it severed the hold he had on me.

[woman] I'm calling the cops.

Pisces are the most forgiving of the zodiac.

- She was spying on me for Kilgrave. - I didn't know the apartment number.

It's too bad them chemicals he had don't have any recreational use.

- Chemicals? - Those boxes.

[keyboard clicks]

So, how can I help you?

Oh, that's a good band name. Now for the real test.

You try that sort of thing, yet?

All right. Let's go.

[in British accent] "Shut up, you wankers."

He could've told you to blow me up along with the bar.

[Robyn] You are spying!

And something... unpronounceable.

I got better things to do.

People still look up to you.

- You're sleeping with Reva's husband? - No, I'm not sleeping with him.

I'm gonna help.