"Well, I was inspired by the legend of the Ant-Man. And with my breakthrough shrinking inorganic material, I thought, could it be possible to shrink a person? Could that be done? Well, it's not a legend anymore. Distinguished guests, I am proud to present the end of warfare as we know it. The Yellowjacket!"
"I spent years carrying around my anger for Hank Pym. I devoted my genius to him. I could’ve worked anywhere. I chose my mentor poorly. You didn’t even have a choice. He never believed in you. It’s a shame what we had to do, but he forced us to do it."
"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."
"I took on a young protgégé called Darren Cross." "Darren Cross. He's a big deal." "But before he was a big deal, he was my assistant. I thought I saw something in him. The son I never had, perhaps. He was brilliant, but as we became close, he began to suspect that I wasn't telling him everything. He heard rumors about what was called the Pym Particle, and he became obsessed with recreating my formula. But I wouldn't help him. So he conspired against me and he voted me out of my own company." "How could he do that?" "The board's chairman is my daughter, Hope. She was the deciding vote. But she came back to me when she saw how close Cross was to cracking my formula. The process is highly volatile. If one isn't protected by a specialized helmet, it can affect the brain's chemistry. I don't think Darren realizes this, and, you know, he's not the most stable guy to begin with."
"He’s tripling security, he’s lost his mind, and he’s on to you." "But he is not on to you." "He’s adding full body scanners to all entrances and closing exterior vents. How are we gonna get Scottinside?" "The water main. You can’t add security to a water main. The pressure is too strong, but if we can decrease it, that’s how I get in." "Somebody would have to reach the building’s control centre to change the water pressure. I mean, Hank and I will be beside Cross, how are we supposed to do that?"
"Well, Dr. Cross will be so please that you could find the time to join us today." "More like, thrilled." "I was surprised to receive any kind of invitation from you, Darren. What’s the occasion?" "Oh, you’ll see. Won’t he, Hope?" "We’re ready for you inside." "Ouch. I guess some old wounds never heal, huh? Don’t worry, she’s in good hands. You’re in for a treat."
"Now before we start I’d like to introduce a very special guest, this company’s founder and my mentor, Dr. Hank Pym. When I took over this company for Dr. Pym, I immediately started researching a particle that could change the distance between atoms while increasing density and strength. Why this revolutionary idea remained buried beneath the dust and cobwebs of Hank’s research, I couldn’t tell you. But just imagine. A soldier the size of an insect. The ultimate secret weapon. An “Ant-Man”. That’s what they called you. Right, Hank? Silly, I know. Propaganda. Tales to astonish. Trumped up B.S. to scare the U.S.S.R. Hank, will you tell our guests what you told me every single time I asked you, was the Ant-Man real?" "Just a tall tale." "Right. Because how could anything so miraculous possibly be real? Well I was inspired by the legend of the Ant-Man. And with my breakthrough, shrinking inorganic material, I thought, could it be possible to shrink a person? Could that be done? Well, it’s not a legend anymore. Distinguished guests, I am proud to present the end of warfare as we know it: the Yellowjacket. The Yellowjacket is an all-purpose weapon of war capable of altering the size of the wearer for the ultimate combat advantage."
"So it’s a suit." "Don’t be crude, Frank. It’s not a suit, it’s a… it’s a vessel. What’s a matter, you’re not impressed?" "Oh, I’m impressed. I’m also concerned. Imagine what our enemies could do with this tech." "We should have a longer conversation about that, Frank. I really value your opinion. Thank you for coming. Hope?"
"You seem a bit shocked." "Darren, there’s a reason that I buried these secrets." "So you finally admit it. We could’ve done this together, Hank. But you ruined that. That's why you're the past and I'm the future."
"I’m sorry you have such deep concerns about the Yellowjacket, Frank." "Yeah, well, uh, unfortunately we can’t just do whatever we want. Would be nice though, right? But there are laws." "What laws? Of man? The laws of nature transcend the laws of man, and I’ve transcended the laws of nature." "Darren, I don’t think you understand…" "Hm. We still haven’t worked out all the bugs. Goodbye, Frank."
"You know I’ve been thinking a lot about gratitude lately, and today during my morning meditation, an interesting thought occurred to me and I think it might apply to you too." "How’s that?" "Gratitude can be forgiveness. I spent years carrying around my anger for Hank Pym. I devoted my genius to him. I could’ve worked anywhere. I chose my mentor poorly. You didn’t even have a choice. He never believed in you. It’s a shame what we had to do, but he forced us to do it, didn’t he? But we shouldn’t be angry, we should be grateful. Because his failures as a mentor, as a father, forced us to spread our wings." "You’re a success, Darren. You deserve everything coming your way."
"Commence experiment 34C, organic atomic reduction." "Darren, maybe we should think…" "Shrinking organic tissue is the centerpiece of this technology. I can’t go to the buyers with half a breakthrough. Experiment 34C results: Negative. Sanitize the workstation, bring in subject 35C."
"Darren. How the hell did you get in here?" "You left the front door open, Hank. It’s official. You’re old." "The plans! He will kill him." "Well to what do I owe this pleasure?" "I have good news." "Really? What’s that?" "Pym Tech, the company you created, is about to become one of the most profitable operations in the world. We’re anticipating fifteen billion in sales tomorrow alone. You’re welcome. I know this is odd, but I’d like you to be there. This is my moment, I want you to see it." "Sure, Darren. Yeah, sure. I’ll be there." "What did you see in me?" "I don’t know what you mean." "All those years ago, you picked me. What did you see?" "I saw myself." "Then why did you push me away?" "Because I saw too much of myself."
"Darren, hi." "Hope, where are you right now?" "I’m at home, why?" "I just saw Hank. I still get nothing but contempt from him." "Don’t let him rile you up, he’s just…he’s just a senile old man." "We need to start everyone working around the clock, get the assembly line up and running. And I’m tripling security. Full sensors at all entrances, and exterior air vents fitted with steel micro mesh." "Great. Good idea." "Thank you, Hope. I’m so lucky to have you on my team."
"Well. How do I look? There he is. Just in time. Come on." "Twelve point verification." "Little over the top, don’t you think, Darren?" "Confirming authorization." "Well, you can never be too safe." "Access granted." "I gotta hand it to you, Darren, you really did it." "And you only know the half of it, Hank."
"Hello, Dr. Cross. My associates agree to your terms." "Wonderful. Mr. Carson introduced me to these fine gentlemen here, they're representatives of HYDRA. They’re not what they were, they’re doing some interesting work. And I’m enjoying myself. You tried to hide your technology from me, and now it’s gonna blow up in your face. Wow. Wow! I mean, I saw the punch coming a mile away but I just figured it’d be all pathetic and weak. Well you figured wrong."
"Hi, little guy. 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. The 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." "Darren, don’t do this. If you sell to these men, it’s going to be chaos." "I already have, and for twice the price, thanks to you. It’s not easy to successfully infiltrate an Avengers facility. Thankfully, word travels fast. Oh, I’ll sell them the Yellowjacket, but I’m keeping the particle to myself. They don’t run on diesel. If you want the fuel you’ll have to come to me. What do you call the only man who can arm the most powerful weapon in the world?" "The most powerful man in the world." "You proud of me yet?" "You can stop this, Darren. It’s not too late." "It’s been too late for a long time now." "Darren, what are you doing?" "He wasn’t any more capable of caring for you than he was for me." "This is not who you are, it’s the particles altering your brain chemistry." "Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait. You’re right, I have to be the one to do it." "Here we go." "Drop your gun." "You know I came to the house the other night to kill him, but you were there." "You’re sick and I can help you just put the gun down." "I wasn’t ready to kill you then, but I think I am now!" "Drop your gun, now!" "You picked the wrong side, Hope."