— Wait a second. No one else is going to deal with the fact that Cap just said... "language?"
— I know. It just slipped out.
— Come to confess your sins?
— I don't know, how much time you got?
— More than you.
Cap: Sorry, Tony, you know I wouldn't do this a had any other choice, but he is my friend!
Tony: So was I!
— How's he doing?
— Oh, unfortunately, he's still Barton.
— I'm gonna ask you this one time, where is Gamora?
— Yeah, I'll do you one better, who is Gamora?
— I'll do you one better, why is Gamora?
Natasha Romanoff: — You sure he's going to be okay? Pretending to need this guy really brings the team together.
Helen Cho: — There's no possibility of deterioration. The nano-molecular functionality is instantaneous. His cells don't know they're bonding with simulacrum.
Bruce Banner: — She is creating tissue.
Helen Cho: — If you brought him to my lab, the regeneration cradle could do this in twenty minutes.
Tony Stark: — Oh, he's flatlining. Call it. Time?
Clint Barton: — No, no, no I'm going to live forever. I'm gonna be made of plastic.
— Why should I do anything? They're going to kill me, you, either way. And if they don't, I'll probably be dead in a week.
— Well, then, this is a very important week for you, isn't it?
— Hello, dear. Tell me everything. What ails you?
— Do me a favor. Try not to bring it to life.
— Ah, Mrs. Barton, you little minx. I get it, Maria Hill called you right? Was she ever not working for you?
— Artificial intelligence. You never even hesitated.
— Look, it's been a really long day, like, Eugene O'Neill long, so how's about we skip to the part where you're useful?
— Look me in the eye and tell me you're going to shut him down.
— You're not the director of me.
— I'm not the director of anybody. I'm just an old man, who cares very much about you.
