"Thank you, Colonel. Uh, this is, uh— It’s beautiful. Thank you. Thank you all very much. This is wonderful. Well, I’m not Tony Stark. But, if I were Tony, I would tell you how honored I feel, and, uh, what a joy it is to receive this very prestigious award. Tony, you know, he, uh— the best thing about Tony is also the worst thing: he’s always working."
"When I ordered the hit on you, I was worried that I was killing the golden goose. But, you see, it was just fate that you survived it, leaving one last golden egg to give. You really think that just because you have an idea, it belongs to you? Your father, he helped give us the Atomic Bomb. Now what kind of world would it be today if he was as selfish as you?"
"Tony!" "Obie, what are you doing up?" "I couldn't sleep 'till I found out how it went. How'd it go?" "Went great. Looks like it's gonna be an early Christmas." "Hey! Way to go, my boy! I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" "Why aren't you wearing those pajamas I got you?" "Goodnight Tony."
"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? William...Here is the technology. I've asked you to simply make it smaller." "All right, sir, 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."