Character: agent Phil Coulson (Agent Phil Coulson)

- Pompous donkey.

- That's what I'm talking about.

- Is this conversation one of them?

- This shouldn't happen either.

“Repeating his name all the time will not increase productivity! ... Or maybe it will.

- ... You are all Martians!
- Sometimes we think so, but no, we are not Martians.

- Don't forget, I fought on the side of the Avengers.
- And he died.

- I spent a lot of years, I've lived a life surrounded by heroes. With you nothing compares. From the earliest days you have become part of the team and characters, because you... because you are doomed to lose each other. To get close to good people... and leave forever. We all suffered from loss. Don't forget that.
- I will never forget those we lost.
- You must not forget. But I must move on.
- No. With all due respect, sir, You are not right. We're not moving on. We keep this place in heart... printed it, close the door... from time to time, look. But not moving on... even if goodbye.

So - so day.
- Cauliflower is so-so, but this day is a complete failure.

- I heard you came to.
- I'm angry.
- And I'm talking about.

- Are you okay?
- I've seen worse, but better too sometimes.

We are not agents of nothing! We're agents of shield Ah!

- Idiocy. Just idiocy.
Okay, I understand.
- I mean, why do we need a super modern robotic hand, if you don't wear it when we are kidnapped by the Martians?
- As for me, so he's got two hands.
- No, it is his civilian arm. A simple prosthesis without steep novarock. Put the hook. Hook can stab at least.
I thought that we would be arrested.
Wait, so this hand no blowtorch, no laser guns, no nothing?
- First, I'm not Inspector Gadget. Secondly, the authorities would still confiscated.

- My God, Mac. How hard did you hit him?
- In terms of? As much as I could. I don't beat people half-heartedly. It is not in vain called a blow.