Incorrect Avengers Quotes

Abraham: In today's story, we saw that muscles don't necessarily make a man, and that having a skull for a face pretty much guarantees you're the bad guy!

Marc: I feel...thin. Sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread. I need a holiday. A very long holiday. And I don't expect I shall return. In fact I mean not to.

America: Why would someone want to destroy reality? Stephen: Because they're probably a hacky evil version of someone we all know. A reverse Captain America or Zombified Hulk or, fuck it, I don't know, a human Groot. That's all the multiverse is! Just lazy derivative remixes!

Peter: I just had sex and I'm about to eat nachos! It's the greatest moment of my life!

Kamala: I'll never get over that you grew up in a place like this. Kate: According to my therapist, I'll never get over it either.

Wilson: [making an offensive hand gesture] Are you triggered? Matt: I'm blind, asshole. Wilson: [repeating the gesture] ARE YOU TRIGGERED?!

John: And there she was again. I had to admit. She was beautiful. She had a body that carried her head around and a butt that seemed to say: Hello, I'm a talking butt. Elegant? Yeah, I'd say so. But, like a teenager with three baby-sitting jobs, I didn't need another baby-sitting job.

Sam: Bro hug? Bucky: Yeah.

Kate: How are you here? Yelena: When are you gonna get this? I have been tracking you.

Clint: [to Natasha] It took me three years to accept the truth, but now I know there's no going back, no fixing it. I'm beyond repair. Maybe we're all beyond repair. I can't go on the way I'm living, but I don't have the power to die.

Matt: Because, Jennifer, I'm on your side. I can handle you.

Valentina: Oh, my god! I just hate all of them! I, uh, hate men. Everett, Nick...Even when I’m fucking the cute young ones, I just like to take my hand...and just, pfft! Crunch their face into the pillow. Just hard, because they are just so...free.

Laura: What kinds of things did you do? Clint: Left a trail of red across the world as I traded friends like objects I could use. Hurt more lives than I can count on my hands, but all of that was to bring me back to you. So, tell me: would you fall in love with me again if you knew all I've done? Laura: I will fall in love with you over and over again. I don't care how, where, or when; no matter how long it's been, you're mine. Don't tell me you're not the same person, you're always my husband and I've been waiting, waiting...

Bob: They told me that the wiring was somehow all misfiring and screwing up the signals in my brain. And then they told me chemistry, the juice and not the circuitry, was mixing up and making me insane. What happens when the burn has healed when the skin has not regrown? What happens when the cast, at last, comes off, and then you find the break was always in another bone? What happens if the drugs weren't really in control? What happens if the cut, the burn, the break was never in my brain, or in my blood, but in my soul?

Alexei: [to Dreykov] You lied to me for months because of Gorbachev?