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Well, back when I was in the Marines, they taught us that if they ever drop a really big bomb, told us to hold up your thumb just like this.

[Cooper shows his fist with thumb up]

And if the cloud is smaller than your thumb, well, you run for the hills.

And if it's bigger than your thumb?

They told us not to bother running.

We're gonna need a bigger truck.

Put a price on their heads. High enough to get every pair of eyes in the city searching for them.

I always hit my targets dead center.

I hit them more in the center.

Well, you can't hit something more in a center.

I use smaller bullets.

What?

They go inside your bullet holes without even touching the side.

Time is relative, okay? It can stretch and it can squeeze, but... it can't run backwards. Just can't. The only thing that can move across dimensions, like time, is gravity.

You're ruling my son out for college now? The kid's fifteen.

Tom's score simply isn't high enough.

What's your waistline? About what, 32? With, what, a 33 inseam?

I'm not sure I see what you're getting at.

It takes two numbers to measure your ass but only one to measure my son's future?

You wanna crash a plane?

Well, not from the air. Don't be so dramatic.

...well, how big a plane?

That part is a little dramatic.

Five years ago, right before Thanos, I was in a place called Quantum Realm. The Quantum Realm is like its own microscopic universe. To get in there, you have to be incredibly small. Hope, she is my... she was my... she was supposed to pull me out and then Thanos happened and I got stuck in there.

Sorry, that must have been a very long five years.

It wasn't. For me, it was five hours. See, the rules of Quantum realm aren't like they are up here.

One of the scorpions just stung me! Am I gonna die?

How big?

Huge!

Good.

Good?

When it comes to scorpions, the bigger the better. Small one bites you, don't keep it to yourself.

Who thought of the name Titanic? Was it you, Bruce?

Yes, actually. I wanted to convey sheer size, and size means stability, luxury, and above all, strength.

Do you know of Dr. Freud, Mr. Ismay? His ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you.

What's gotten into you?

Excuse me.

[She rises and leaves]

I do apologize.

She's a pistol, Cal! Hope you can handle her.

Well, I may have to start minding what she reads from now on, won't I, Mrs. Brown?

Freud? Who is he? Is he a passenger?

Let me show you my plan for sending you home. Please excuse the crudity of this model. I didn't have time to build it to scale or paint it.

[reveals intricate tabletop model of the town square]

[impressed] It's good.

I need a minute here. You're telling me that this thing can imitate anything it touches?

Anything it samples by physical contact.

Can't be real! It could disguise itself as a pack of cigarettes?

Only objects of equal size.

Why not a bomb or something to get me?

It can't form complex machines. Guns, explosives have chemicals, moving parts. It doesn't work that way, but it can form solid metal shapes.

Like what?

Knives and stabbing weapons.

It always starts small.

Ooh, sorry... funny how annoying a little prick can be, isn't it?

Mr. Stane. Sir, we've explored what you've asked us and it seems as though there's a little hiccup. Actually, um...

A hiccup?

Yes, to power the suit... sir, the technology doesn't actually exist. So it...

Wait, wait, the technology? Obadiah

[points at the giant arc reactor]

Here is the technology. I've asked you to simply make it smaller.

Okay, sir, and that's what we're trying to do, but... honestly, it's impossible.

Tony Stark was able to build this in a cave! With a box of scraps!

Well, I'm sorry. I'm not Tony Stark.