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.