Tony Stark: Hey, Clint.
Clint Barton: Hey, man.
Tony Stark: Clearly, retirement doesn't suit you. You got tired of shooting golf?
Clint Barton: Well, I played 18, shot 18. Just can't seem to miss.
(Clint shoots at Tony and Tony avoids it...)
Tony Stark: First time for everything.
Clint Barton: Made you look.
Tony Stark: He's flat-lining. Call it. Time?
Clint Barton: No, no, no, I'm gonna live forever. I'm gonna be made of plastic.
Tony Stark: Here's your beverage.
Helen Cho: You'll be made of you, Mr. Barton. Your own girlfriend won't be able to tell the difference.
Clint Barton: I don't have a girlfriend.
Helen Cho: That I can't fix.