Natasha Romanoff: — You sure he's going to be okay? Pretending to need this guy really brings the team together.
Helen Cho: — There's no possibility of deterioration. The nano-molecular functionality is instantaneous. His cells don't know they're bonding with simulacrum.
Bruce Banner: — She is creating tissue.
Helen Cho: — If you brought him to my lab, the regeneration cradle could do this in twenty minutes.
Tony Stark: — Oh, he's flatlining. Call it. Time?
Clint Barton: — No, no, no I'm going to live forever. I'm gonna be made of plastic.

— How'd a nice girl like you wind up working in a dump like this?
— Fella done me wrong.
— You got lousy taste in men, kid.
— He's not so bad. Well, he has a temper. Deep down he's all fluff. Fact is, he's not like anybody I've ever known. All my friends are fighters. And here comes this guy, spends his life avoiding the fight because he knows he'll win.
— Sounds amazing.
— He's also a huge dork.
— Hmm.
— Chicks dig that.

— Boy, you're good. You are mind-blowingly duplicitous. How do you do it? You just tear things... You're a triple impostor. I've never seen anything like you. Is there anything real about you? Do you even speak Latin?
— Fallaces sunt rerum species.
— Which means? Wait. What? What did you just say?
— It means you can either drive yourself home or I can have you collected.
— You're good!