Kick-Ass2010

[Dave is sleeping in bed with his costume on; he hears a noise, wakes up, rushes to turn on the light, sees Hit-Girl and Big Daddy standing in his room.]

Dave/Kick-Ass:
[panting] I didn't say anything to anyone, I swear!

Big Daddy:
Good move, Ass-Kick. Let's keep it that way.

Hit Girl:
[shows cartridge in her hand] You know what this is? [Dave shakes his head] It's all the cartridge crap that comes out of your gay little taser when you fire it. You do know the police could've traced this right back to you if they found it? But lucky for you, I picked it up.

Dave/Kick-Ass:
[in relief] Thank you. [walks over to claim the stuff from Hit-Girl; Big Daddy takes it from his hands]

Big Daddy:
Let's call it insurance. Makes it easier for us to take your word. See, we like you, but we don't trust you.

Hit Girl:
Don't take it personal, though. We don't trust anybody.

Big Daddy:
I rerouted your IP adress. Finding you was way too easy.

Dave/Kick-Ass:
[stammering] Oh, sh*t. Sh*t, I hadn't thought…my God, I…I owe you. You know what? I'm thinking of just shutting my site down anyway. Quitting. I mean, this is…it's f***ing insane. I'm in way over my head.

Hit Girl:
It's a shame. You have potential.

Big Daddy:
Your call. But you know, we're around if you need us.

Dave/Kick-Ass:
How do I get a hold of you?

Hit Girl:
[sarcastically] You just contact the mayor's office, he has a special signal he shines in the sky. It's in the shape of a giant cock.

Big Daddy:
You need us, put on your website that you're on vacation. We'll find you. [to Hit-Girl] Hit-Girl, back to headquarters. [jumps out of window]

Hit Girl:
[to Dave, as she follows Big Daddy] Sweet dreams. [Blows him a kiss and then jumps out of window, leaving Dave distraught]