Breaking and entering: okay on Christmas.
There’s been speculation that I was involved in the events that occurred on the freeway and the rooftop…
I’m sorry, Mr. Stark, but do you honestly expect us to believe that that was a bodyguard in a suit that conveniently appeared, despite the fact that…
I know that it’s confusing. It is one thing to question the official story, and another thing entirely to make wild accusations, or insinuate that I’m a superhero.
I never said you were a superhero.
Well, good, because that would be outlandish and, uh, fantastic. I’m just not the hero type. Clearly. With this laundry list of character defects, all the mistakes I’ve made, largely public.
[whispers to Tony]
Just stick to the cards, man.
[holds up his notes and pauses]
The truth is…
[puts cards down]
I am Iron Man.
Have you come to bring the wrath of Zeus upon me boy?
[sitting bolt upright in bed]
Spiders… the spiders… they want me to tap-dance. And I don’t want to tap-dance!
You tell those spiders, Ron.
Yeah, tell them… I’ll tell them…
[falls straight back asleep]
But if you put the hammer in an elevator?
It’ll still go up.
Elevator’s not worthy.
Enough! You are, all of you are beneath me! I am a god, you dull creature, and I will not be bullied by…
[Hulk flattens Loki with repeated smashes into the floor]
What happened to your leg?
My leg is in Iran. Since 1987. Me too, I fight for my country.
Freddy listen, you give me your information, I’m going to get you a reward for what you did today.
Award… You think I do this for money? You think I don’t care about my country? I see what’s happening. You don’t think I see what’s happening? And all the people now, they have no water, they have no electricity – you think I do this for reward? You don’t think I do this for me? For my future. For my country. For all these things? Whatever you want here, I want more than you want. I want to help my country.
Do you like my meadow? Try some of my grass! Please have a blade, please do, it’s so delectable and so darn good looking!
You can eat the grass?
Of course you can! Everything in this room is eatable, even *I’m* eatable! But that is called ”cannibalism,” my dear children, and is in fact frowned upon in most societies.