Kick-Ass 2 Page #2

Super crazy.

Miss Mullins

was out today,

so we had Mr. Cooper teaching

us biology, such a grump.

Oh, really? That's weird because

Principal Himoff called me yesterday.

You were supposed

to get an award

for perfect attendance,

but you didn't attend.

I followed you this morning. Saw

you get into a cab with some boy,

and I lost you guys

over the bridge.

So now you wanna tell me

where you really were today?

I'm really sorry, Marcus.

I didn't wanna make you mad.

Cut the waterworks, Min.

You're 15, not five.

Okay.

Look, he asked me to out

class and go to the mall.

So,yeah,

yeah, I did.

This has nothing to do

with you being Hit Girl?

I'm not gonna

find any ninja blades

or throwing stars

under your bed?

No. I just wanted him

to like me. Okay?

Sweetie, skipping school's not

a way to get boys to like you.

I'm so stupid.

Hey, hey.

You're one of the smartest little girls I know.

Let's go get some pizza.

What, you mean

I'm not grounded?

Well, just consider

this a warning.

Hey, you sure you wanna

give all your mom's things away?

What the hell am I supposed

to do with all her stuff?

Damn, she had

a nice pair of guns.

Dude, she's dead!

Don't talk about her tits.

I was talking about these.

Oh, those.

Those were my dad's.

Why don't you keep them?

Are you sure?

Yeah. I mean,

they belong to you, right?

Come on, Chris.

You're your own man now.

Just be careful, all right?

Yeah.

Whoa!

Definitely don't

wanna keep those!

I'll take care of it.

You take the day off.

Later.

Hey.

So, are you ready for

your first field test?

What am I supposed

to do with these?

Put them on and, uh,

go fishing.

I'm the whitest pimp ever.

That's the idea.

Take the next right.

Comes out on Flatbush.

You sure I should be doing

this without my gear?

That's the point.

Kick-Ass isn't a costume.

Kick-Ass is who you really are.

Dave Lizewski is the mask.

Well, my "mask" is about to

get his teeth kicked in.

Hey, queer bait, where are you

going with those bags, man?

Tell him you're on your way to f***

his mother with a 12-inch strap on.

I'm just taking a walk.

This really isn't what I do. I

usually just call the cops.

Who are you

talking to, man?

Uh, I'm just on a call.

It was...

You know, service round

here, it sucks, man.

Now give me the bags, f*ggot, before

I make you suck my fat cock, huh?

Come on.

Okay, Okay-

Can you believe I let Mindy

beat the snot out of me for weeks

just so I could get

my ass kicked again?

So much for a team.

You ready to die?

You f*ggot!

You know, all that homophobic

sh*t makes you sound super gay.

Come on, man.

Come on.

If I ever catch you robbing

again, sh*t-burger,

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