Steve: So, tell me about your day, how’s it going with the particle detector?
Tony: Wow, you remember that?
Steve: Yeah, I listen to what you say. You’re building a particle detector using superfluid helium.
Tony: You know, when you talk like that, I want to take you right here on this table.
Steve: And you know from past experience this table cannot support both our weight. So, how’s the detector going?
Steve: “Dear Pepper, thank you so much for the lovely place setting. If my handwriting looks strained, that is because this is the 16th thank you card Steve has forced me to write. The muscles in my wrist are cramping as I struggle to finish this sentence. Ow, ow, oh, the pain. Love, Tony.”
Tony: Fine. “And Steve.” Ow.
Steve: Hey, you guys have any plans for Valentine’s Day?
Bucky: Three months from now? No.
Tony: What, no?
Bucky: I mean, secret romantic plans that would be ruined if I told you.
Steve: [about getting back with Tony] I’ll give it a shot.
Rhodey: Thank you. Now I’m going to do something here to help you along.
Just don’t panic. Now, get your sorry, lying ass out of my face and make sure I never see it again!
Oh, the reverse psychology thing. I see. That’s very clever.
Don’t yap. Just get out.
I’ll friend you on Facebook.
Tony: Steve’s friend, Bucky, stopped by and said “hello” and I said “hoo!”
Rhodey: Then why did you ask?
Tony: Ask what?
Steve: [about Tony] You slept with my godson?
Clint: How could you? We had a pact!
Steve: Excuse me, I think “How could you? He’s my godson” takes precedence over a five year old pinkie swear.
[Rhodey sees Bucky kissing Tony]
Tony: C’mon, Honey, not in front of my best friend!
Rhodey: Relax, I’ve seen you do a lot worse with a lot stupider.