Kick-Ass2010

Mindy Macready:
Daddy? I'm scared.

Damon Macready:
Come on, Mindy, honey? Be a big girl now. There's nothing to be afraid of.

Mindy Macready:
Is it gonna hurt bad?

Damon Macready:
Aww, child. Only for a second, sugar.

Damon Macready:
[testing her] A handgun bullet travels at? More than?

Mindy Macready:
[rolls eyes] 700 miles an hour.

Damon Macready:
700 miles an hour. So at close range like this, the force is gonna take you off your feet for sure, but it's really no more painful than a punch in the chest.

Mindy Macready:
[mumbles to herself] I hate getting punched in the chest.

Damon Macready:
[c*cks gun] You're gonna be fine, baby doll!

[he aims and fires, hitting her squarely in the chest. She goes flying off her feet, landing on her back]

Damon Macready:
[walking up to her as she pulls the bullet out of her bullet-proof vest hidden underneath her jacket] How was that? Not so bad. Kinda fun, huh? Now you know how it feels. You won't be scared when some junkie a**hole pulls a glock.

Mindy Macready:
[smiling] I wouldn't have been scared anyways!

Damon Macready:
That's my girl.

[helping her up]

Damon Macready:
Alright, up you get. Two more rounds and then home.

Mindy Macready:
Again?

Damon Macready:
Uh-huh.

Mindy Macready:
Look, only if we can go by the bowling alley on the way back.

Damon Macready:
The bowling alley?

Mindy Macready:
Yeah, and ice cream after!

Damon Macready:
[thinking about it for a second] Huh... okay. Two more rounds. No wincing... No whining! And you got yourself a deal, young lady.

Mindy Macready:
Yeah! I'm gonna get a hot fudge sundae!

Damon Macready:
Good call, baby doll!

[shoots her again]