Natasha: Well done with the new chest piece. I am reading significantly higher output, and your vitals all look promising.
Tony: Yes, for the moment I’m not dying. Thank you.
Pepper: What do you mean you’re not dying? Did you say you’re dying?
Tony: Uh, yeah? Uh, no. No, I’m not. Not anymore.
Pepper: What’s—what’s going on?
Tony: I was going to tell you. I didn’t want to alarm you.
Pepper: You were gonna tell me? You really were dying?
Tony: You didn’t let me.
Pepper: Why didn’t you tell me that!
Tony: I was gonna make you an omelette and tell you!
Natasha: Hey—hey, save it for the honeymoon. You’ve got incoming, Tony. Looks like the fight’s coming to you.
Tony: Great. Pepper?
Pepper: Are you okay now?
Tony: I am fine. Don’t be mad; I will formally apologize—
Pepper: I am mad!
Tony: —when I’m not fending off a Hammeroid attack!
Tony: We could have been in Venice.
Pepper: Oh, please.
I would seriously watch it if they made a movie of just tony and pepper bantering away.
are you me?
that is almost literally what I said after seeing this movie (Technically, it was, “This movie would have been 80% better if there were 95% more banter.” Or something. But I digress.)
what is this