Phil Coulson: Excuse me! Donald? I don't think you've been completely honest with me.
Thor: Know this, Son of Coul. You and I, we fight for the same cause, the protection of this world. From this day forward, you can count me as your ally if you return the items you have taken from Jane.
Jane Foster: Stolen.
Phil Coulson: Borrowed. Of course, you can have your equipment back. You're gonna need it to continue your research.
Jane Foster: You all right?
Thor: Hammer? Hammer?
Darcy Lewis: Yeah, we can tell you're hammered. It's pretty obvious.
Jane Foster: Oh, my God. Erik, look at this! We have to move quickly before this all changes.
Darcy Lewis: Jane, we have to take him to the hospital.
Thor: Father! Heimdall!
Jane Foster: He's fine, look at him.
Thor: I know you can hear me! Open the Bifrost!
Jane Foster: Hospital. You go, I'lI stay.
Thor: I love you, Mom.
Frigga: I love you. And eat a salad.
Rocket: Come on. We gotta go.
Rocket: Three... two...
Thor: No, wait! (raises his hand and waits...)
Rocket: Wh... what am I looking at?
Frigga: Oh, sometimes it takes a second.
(Mjolnir lands in Thor's hand)
Thor: I'm still worthy.
Rocket: Oh, boy.
Thor: I was just standing there. Some idiot with an axe.
Frigga: Now, you're no idiot. You're here, aren't you? Seeking counsel from the wisest person in Asgard.
Thor: I am. Yes.
Frigga: Idiot? No. A failure? Absolutely.
Thor: That's a little bit harsh.
Frigga: Do you know what that makes you? Just like everyone else.
Thor: I'm not supposed to be like everyone else, am I?
Frigga: Everyone fails at who they are supposed to be, Thor. The measure of a person, of a hero... is how well they succeed at being who they are.
Korg: Thor, he's back. That kid on the TV just called me a d*ckhead again.
Korg: Yeah, NoobMaster69 called me a d*ckhead.
Thor: I am sick of this. Noobmaster, hey, it's Thor again. You know, the God of Thunder? Listen, bud, if you don't log off this game immediately I am gonna fly over to your house, come down to that basement you're hiding in, rip off your arms and shove them up your butt! Oh, that's right, yes! Go cry to your father, you little weasel!
Korg: Thank you, Thor.
Thor: Let me know if he bothers you again, okay?
Korg: Thank you very much. I will.