"Listen, I've been called a lot of things, okay-" He starts ticking them off on his fingers. "Emotionally unstable...Fair. Emotionally unavailable- But in my defense we all are, right? At some point? Emotionally immature, which I resent, for the record. But I have literally never - until right this very second - been called emotionally constipated, just because I pointed out truths certain people don't want to hear."

"My guy, you literally reek like a high school locker room, and you know who'll back me up on that? Bucky."

"So, just as a head's up? A little transparency? I have seen literally all of your search histories, believe me when I say swipe left."

"I mean, what else was I supposed to do with it, give it to you? Hilarious."

"How in hell is that remotely better?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure what you consider whimsy and what I consider whimsy are two very different things. Magic is just stupid." He can and will die on this hill, by the way. "It doesn't make sense, it doesn't follow rules, and it's always pink and sparkly. Make it make sense. Explain it to me like I'm not the smartest man on the planet."

"Just so you know, Clint's desperation to sound like being spurned doesn't bother him smells like Axe body spray and flop sweat."