Тони Старк

Sir, it appears that his suit can fly.

Duly noted. Take me to maximum altitude.

With only 15% power, the odds of reaching that...

I know the math! Do it!

Where'd you get that dress?

It was a birthday present...

That's great.

from you, actually.

Well, I got great taste.

What do you want me to do with this?

That? Destroy it. Incinerate it.

You don't want to keep it?

Pepper, I've been called many things. Nostalgic is not one of them.

That doesn't look like the Jericho missile.

That's because it is a miniaturized arc reactor. I got a big one powering my factory at home. It should keep the shrapnel out of my heart.

But what could it generate?

If my math is right, and it always is, three gigajoules per second.

That could run your heart for fifty lifetimes!

Yeah. Or something big for fifteen minutes.

Hey, Tony, remember me?

Sure don't.

Three hours! Three hours you got me standing here!

[walking past him] Waiting on you now.

Mr. Stark! What happened over there?

I had my eyes opened. I came to realize that I have more to offer this world than just making things that blow up. And that is why, effective immediately, I am shutting down the weapons manufacturing division of Stark Industries until such a time as I can decide what the future of the company will be.

You need me to do anything else?

Keep the skies clear.

How many languages do you speak?

A lot. But apparently, not enough for this place.

My priority is to get the Iron Man weapon turned over to the people of the United States of America.

Well, you can forget it. I am Iron Man. The suit and I are one. To turn over the Iron Man suit would be to turn over myself, which is tantamount to indentured servitude or prostitution, depending on what state you're in. I can't have it.

Look, I'm no expert...

In prostitution? Of course not, you're a senator. Come on!

You come from a family of thieves and butchers. And now, like all guilty men, try to rewrite your own history, and you forget all the lives that Stark family has destroyed.

Speaking of thieves, where did you get this design?

My father, Anton Vanko.

Never heard of him.

My father is the reason you're alive.

The reason I'm alive is cause you had a shot, you took it and you missed.

Did I?

If you could make God bleed, people would cease to believe him. And there will be blood in the water, and the sharks will come. The truth, all they have to do is sit and watch as the world will consume you.

Where will you be watching the world consume me from? That's right, a prison cell. I'll send you a bar of soap.

I'm surprised you could keep your mouth shut.

You're good. You are mind-blowingly duplicitous. How do you do it? You're a triple impostor, I've never seen anything like it. Is there anything real about you? Do you even speak Latin?

Fallaces sunt rerum species.

Which means? Wait, what did you just say?

It means you can either drive yourself home or I can have you collected.

Who is she?

She is from legal and she is potentially a very expensive sexual harassment lawsuit if you keep ogling her like that.

Huh! You're... fired.

That's not up to you.