Kidnapper: *on the phone* We have your daughter.
Clint: *sitting on the couch eating chips* What? My daughter’s right next to me
Kidnapper: Then who’s this woman who came crashing through our roof with trick arrows, telling us you’re her dad?
Clint: Oh my god… Tell Kate I’m retired and she can get herself out of this one, or you can call Yelena
Kate: Look, guys, for your own safety just let me go. Don’t call Yelena. For your own safety.













