Tony: When I was ten years old, I built a hugging machine.
Rhodey: A hugging machine?
Tony: Yeah. I got a dressmaker’s mannequin, I stuffed it with an electric blanket so it would be warm, and I built two radio-controlled arms that would hug me and pat my back.
Pepper: Look, I know you’re busy, but I’m… I’m worried about Tony.
Rhodey: Really? Why?
Pepper: Last night he was just whisked away by a couple of federal agents… Then when I talked to him today, he was nice, sincere, no smart-ass quips. So, something is definitely wrong.
Tony: I can’t expresso how much you bean to me.
Rhodey: Tones, please…
Tony: What’s wrong with the plan?
Rhodey: Tones, this could be the stupidest plan we’ve ever come up with. You’re aware of that, right?
Tony: …I’m aware it’s not our best.
Tony: [after being injured in a fight] I want you to avenge me, Platypus.
Rhodey: You’re not dying.
Tony: Avenge me!
Rhodey: Come on, Tones. Could you just tell me what this is all about?
Tony: Not until I know I’m right. Which… I am. You should know you’re engaged to a genius.
Rhodey: Yes, a genius at annoying me.
Tony: We’re gonna jump.
Are you out of your fuckin’ mind?
Tony: C’mon, it’s the only way.
You’re gonna get shot up here.
Well, you’re gonna get squashed down there.
I’d rather be squashed than shot.
Tony: I don’t give a damn.
Rhodey: You give so many damns they’re visible from space.
Tony: You know what they say, panicking burns a shit-ton of calories.
Rhodey: Who even says that?
Tony: Me. Just now.
Rhodey: Pepper! Pepper, it’s Tony, he’s back!
Pepper: Thank God he’s back alive, I’m gonna kill him!