"I always suspected you had a suit stored away somewhere. Which begs the question, who is the new Ant-Man? Who is the man that my beloved mentor trusted even more than me? Scott Lang. A martyr who took on the system and paid the price, losing his family and his only daughter in the process. Exactly your kind of guy, Hank! He escapes his jail cell without leaving any clue as to how. And then he disappears magically, despite having no money to his name. And now he brings me the Ant-Man suit. The only thing that can rival my creation."
"Welcome to Baskin-Robbins. Would you like to try our Mango Fruit Blast?" "Uh, no thanks. Um, I will have... I'll have a burger please." "Oh, we don't...we don't make that." "Pretzel. Hot pretzel, like, mustard...in mustard dip?" "It's ice cream. Baskin-Robbins." "I'll just do with whatever's hot and fresh." "Dude."
"Hiya, Dale." "Come on in. Pull up some chair. Three years in San Quentin, huh?" "You found out." "Baskin-Robbins always finds out." "Look, I’m sorry, alright, but I…no one would hire me." "Breaking and entering. Grand larceny." "Look, I’m… I’m sorry, I… you know, it was… I don’t do it anymore. I’m just trying…" "Respect. I couldn’t be happier about it." "Really?" "Yeah, yeah." "Oh, thank you, thank you." "You really stuck it to those billionaire S.O.Bs. And the more I read about what you did and stuff, I’m like, “Wow, I know this guy? I’m in charge of this guy?” Yeesh!" "Well, I’m very happy in this job, and I’m… I really just appreciate the opportunities and…" "Yeah, yeah. Well, you’re fired of course. I mean, I can’t really keep you on." "Wait, what? Fired?" "Yeah." "Dale, look, it wasn’t a violent crime, I mean, I’m a good worker." "No, it wasn’t a violent crime. It was a cool crime. I’ll tell you what, though, this’d be totally off the books, off the records, but, uh… if you want to grab one of those Mango Fruit Blasts on your way out the door, I’ll just pretend I didn’t see it."
"Hey, Scotty, what’s up? I thought you were supposed to be at work?" "I was, I got fired." "Damn! They find out who you are?" "Yep." "Baskin-Robbins always finds out, bro." "Baskin Robbins don’t play." "You want some waffles?" "Yeah, I’ll take a waffle." "Oh. That’s Kurt. He was in Folsom for five years, he’s a wizard on that laptop." "Nice to meet you." "Yeah, nice to meet you too. And who are you?" "Dave. Nice work on the Vista job." "Vista job? Yes. No, no, I have heard of this robbery." "Well, technically, I didn’t rob them. Robbery involves threat. I hate violence, I burgled them. I’m a cat burglar." "You mean you’re a pussy?" "Yeah." "They were overcharging the customers, right? And it added up to millions. He blows the whistle and he gets fired. And what does he do? He hacks into the security system, and transfers millions back to the people that they stole it from." "Posts all the bank records online." "And he drove the dude’sBentley into a swimming pool!" "What are you doing? Hmm? Why are you telling my life’s story to these guys? What do you want?" "Okay. My cousin talked to this guy two weeks ago about this little, perfect job." "No way." "No, no, no. Wait! This guy… this guy fits your M.O." "No! I’m finished man. I’m not going back to jail." "It’s some retired millionaire living off his golden parachute, It’s a perfect Scott Lang mark!" "I don’t care. I’m out."
"Oh, this is easy. I'm getting the hang of this. Yank up to go up. It's like a horse." "You're throwing 247 off balance." "Wait, his name is 247?" "He doesn't have a name, he has a number Scott, do you have any idea how many Ants there are?"
"I was very impressed with how you managed to get past my security system. Freezing that metal was particularly clever." "Were you watching me?" "Scott, I've been watching you for a while, ever since you robbed Vistacorp. Oh, excuse me, burgled Vistacorp. Vista's security system is one of the most advanced in the business. It's supposed to be unbeatable, but you beat it."
"I think our first move should be calling the Avengers." "I've spent half my life trying to keep this technology out of the hands of a Stark. I'm sure as hell not going to hand-deliver it to one now. This is not some cute technology like the Iron Man suit. This could change the texture of reality. Besides, they're probably too busy dropping cities out of the sky." "Okay, then why don't you just send the Ants?" "Scott, they are ants. Ants, they can do a lot of things, but they still need a leader."
"You know, I think this regulator is holding me back." "Do not screw with the regulator. If that regulator is compromised, you would go subatomic." "What does that mean?" "It means that you would enter a Quantum Realm." "What does that mean?" "It means that you would enter a reality where all concepts of time and space become irrelevant as you shrink for all eternity. Everything that you know and love, gone forever." "Cool. Yeah, if it ain't broke..."
"Captain America." "Mr. Lang." "It's an honor. I'm shaking your hand too long. Wow, this is awesome! Captain America. I know you too, your great. Jeez. Look, I wanna say, I know you know a lot of super-people so... thinks for thanking of me."
"We need a diversion. Something big." "I got something kinda big, but I can't hold it very long. On my signal, run like hell. And if I tear myself in half, don't come back for me." "He's gonna tear himself in half?" "You sure about this, Scott?" "I do it all the time. I mean once... in a lab. Then I passed out."
"You seem very unrepentant Scott, you can see why so many of us have trouble believing your side of the story." "Yeah, so many of you who get paid by Vistacorp. I'm getting tired of your biased accusations."