Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Unfucking believable...
Whatever, man. I would have just gone for his knees.
Right. Dead Tre.
so you should probably use the window.
sold you
No radioactive spiders, no refugee status from a doomed alien world.
Mindy.
Three assholes laying into one guy while...
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Are you watching Zootopia?
Well, I wish you wouldn't worry.
Yeah, I'd rather die.
What the fuck do you...
"Mommy, I want a Kick-Ass party." Dumb little fucks.
- Hear what? - Okay, look,
Enough!
Me?
I feel a little weed takes the edge off things when I'm on patrol, you know?
Hey, I won't say nothing to nobody.
Maybe he knows who this guy is.
I want Kick-Ass's fucking head on a stick, and I want it now.
That's me, back before any of this crazy shit happened.
- Smoke? - No.
Let's call it insurance. Makes it easier for us to take your word.
Have a good night.
No, not if she thinks he's gay, Todd. You fucking retard.
Your mom would have been so happy to see you out of your shell like this.
- This is awesome. - Fuck, yeah.
It's a shame. You have potential.
Just go.
Back here, come on. Let's get you home. Come on.
You're a doorman now. You don't get a gun no more.
Stay?
Dead? How?
Internet providers are predicting that
We see someone in trouble and we wish we could help,
She didn't want the money back that she'd given him
I called it preparation.
It's only me, boss. Everything's under control.
Hot damn. I always wanted one of these.
It's all the cartridge crap that comes out of your gay little Taser when you fire it.
I know I can do it. I just need a few things.
I can't believe that you would believe this shit from a fucking Russian, man!
Get up. Get him up.
- Get in the car. - Get in there!
Get out there.
- Katie? - You're Rasul?
but I tried my best.
- How about that? - No, Marty!
Yeah, I think I might have just shat in my pants a little.
at this really great store Atomic Comics.
It's time for Frank D'Amico to go bye-bye.
Shit. Shit.
- What, and you put it in the warehouse? - Yeah, I thought it'd be cool
Jett… LUCHANKO!
I think it's best that you just walk away.
Hey, go finish your oatmeal.
- Dave should go. - Why?
Happy birthday, sweetheart.
shares in Kleenex are gonna take a dive, man.
We gotta get the hell out of here. Dude, move your fucking ass!
that being a superhero is bad for your health.
I don't fucking believe it.
Hot Chocolate, Extra Marshmallows.
One balisong. Two balisong. That's what you get.
Yeah, it must be terrible to have a rich dad and everything you want.
- He's got a cape. - Yeah.
Good move, Ass-Kick.
Hot chocolate, extra marshmallows.
You won't be scared when some junkie asshole pulls a Glock.
Hey, I got one of those.
I'm just fucking with you, Daddy.
- How cool is that? - What?
- Are you watching Family Guy? - Nope.
It won't happen again.
Bazooka?
Yeah, Dave, what do you think?
A Bazooka?
Holy shit.
The point is there's only one way a superhero can trust a stranger.
I mean, I just can't believe he's dead, that's all.
Yeah, now.
Leave Katie alone.
You call this playing, Damon?
Quitting. I mean, this is...
Man, if you're right, we're gonna look like the biggest bunch of pussies in New York.
What kind of kid has a.... Super Mario Party? Sure, But a fucking Dinoco Party?
Fuck off.
Well, that is neat.
Now move.
It was time to stop wearing this stupid costume.
You beat me to it. I wanted to get you breakfast this morning.
What, are they selling paper plates and napkins down at the store now?
I mean, they're both kind of hot. I just think Red Mist has a better body.
All right, okay!
You are so fucking dead, man.
Though to be honest,