Quotes / Iron Man 3

Tony: I just stole a poncho from a wooden Indian.

Tony: You know what keeps going through my head? Where's my sandwich?

[Tony creates a firetrap by kicking a bottle of oil across the floor and igniting it with his cuffs that Brandt just melted off his hands]
Tony: You walked right into this one; I've dated hotter chicks than you.
[Brandt does walk through without a flinch]
Brandt: That's all you got? A cheap trick and a cheesy one-liner?
Tony: Sweetheart, that could be the name of my autobiography.

Harley: Admit it, you need me: we're connected.
Tony: What I need is for you to go home, be with your mom, keep your trap shut, guard the suit, and stay connected to the telephone because if I call you better pick up, okay? Can you feel that? We're done here. Move out the way or I'm gonna run you over. Bye, kid.
Tony: ...I'm sorry, kid ...you did good.
Harley: So now you're just gonna leave me here, just like my dad?
Tony: [Beat] Yep. ...wait, you're guilt tripping me, aren't you?
Harley: I'm cold.
Tony: I can tell. You know how I can tell? Cause we're connected. [Drives away]
Harley: It was worth a shot.

Killian: I know he's a little... over the top sometimes, it's not entirely my fault, he has a tendency... he, he's a stage actor. They say his Lear was the toast of Croydon, wherever that is. Anyway, the point is, ever since that big dude with the hammer fell out of the sky, subtlety's kinda had its day.

Tony: So if I were to wrap this up tight with a bow, or whatever... I guess I'd say, my armor? It was never a distraction, or a hobby. It was a cocoon. And now? I'm a changed man. You can take away my house, all my tricks and toys. But one thing you can't take away? I am Iron Man.

Killian: You never deserved her, Tony. Such a shame. And I was so close to making her... perfect.
Tony: Yeah, you're right. I don't deserve her. But here's where you're wrong: She was already perfect.

Guard: Honestly, I hate working here. They are so weird.

Mandarin: There's just one lesson left, President Ellis, so run away, run, hide, kiss your children goodbye. Because nothing, not your army, not your red-white-and-blue attack dog can save you.

JARVIS (While Malfunctioning): I seem to do quite well for a stretch, but at the end of a sentence I say the wrong cranberry.

Mandarin: Some people call me a terrorist. I consider myself a teacher. America, ready for another lesson? In 1864, in Sand Creek, Colorado, the U.S. Military waited until the friendly Cheyenne Braves had all gone hunting. Waited to attack and slaughter the families left behind. And claim their land. Thirty-nine hours ago, the Ali al-Salam Air Base in Kuwait was attacked. I, I, I did that. A quaint military church, filled with wives and children, of course. The soldiers were out on maneuvers. The 'Braves' were away. President Ellis, you continue to resist my attempts to educate you, sir. And now, you've missed me again. You don't know who I am. You don't know where I am. And you'll NEVER see me coming.

Mandarin: True story about fortune cookies. They look Chinese. They sound... Chinese. But they're actually an American invention. Which is why they're hollow, full of lies, and leave a bad taste in the mouth. [smashes fortune cookies on the table with his fist] My disciples just destroyed another cheap American knockoff: the Chinese Theatre. Mr. President, I know this must be getting frustrating, but this season of terror is drawing to a close. And don't worry. The 'Big One' is coming: your graduation.

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