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Faith isn't part of my programming.

Yeah, well, I'm not sure it's part of mine either.

There was a time I was a hero to my son. He thought I walked on water. He knows better now. We all have weak moments, moments when we lose faith. But it is our flaws, our weaknesses that make us human.

He's not John's father. Not sure I'm ready to explain it.

Let me guess, it's complicated. Hey, you could have told me.

Would you've believed me?

Hope is like the sun. If you only believe it when you see it you'll never make it through the night.

I know what it's like to lose. To feel so desperately that you're right, yet to fail nonetheless. It's frightening, turns the legs to jelly. I ask you to what end? Dread it. Run from it. Destiny arrives all the same. And now it's here. Or should I say, I am.

You really believe he was resurrected?

The question is not if, but how. The game's afoot.

I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. ... All those moments will be lost in time... like tears in rain.

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 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.

Didn't? 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.

Yeah, okay. The truth is... I am Iron Man.

You shouldn't have done that. It's bad luck.

I don't believe in luck. We make our own luck.

I did not come to steal from you, O Smaug the Unassessably Wealthy. I merely wanted to gaze upon your magnificence, to see if you really were as great as the old tales say. I did not believe them.

And do you, now?

Truly, tales and songs fall utterly short of your enormity, O Smaug the Stupendous...

Do you think flattery will keep you alive?

No, no...

No, indeed!

You have some skill with a blade.

The women of this country learned long ago, those without swords can still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pain.

What do you fear, my lady?

A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them and all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire.

You are a daughter of kings, a shield maiden of Rohan. I do not think that will be your fate.

In faith, there is light enough to see, but darkness enough to blind.

What's your purpose in Port Royal, Mr. Smith?

Yeah, and no lies.

All right. I confess, I intend to commandeer a ship, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weasely black guts out.

I said no lies.

I think he's telling the truth.

If he were telling the truth, he wouldn't have told us.

Unless, of course, he knew you wouldn't believe the truth even if he told it to you.

I believe there's a hero in all of us, that keeps us honest, gives us strength, makes us noble, and finally allows us to die with pride, even though sometimes we have to be steady, and give up the thing we want the most. Even our dreams.