waving a spoon threateningly at the stove I’m telling you, it’s supposed to look like that. It’s called flavor.

arched eyebrow, utterly unimpressed It’s called carbon. You’ve carbonized the onions, Tony.

gesturing wildly It’s a char. There’s a difference. It’s a fancy chef thing. You wouldn’t get it.

squinting, arm cocked back Four for four, baby. Watch and learn.

from the couch, not looking up from his book You missed.

indignant I’m warming up.

turning a page You’re done. Sam’s going to sit next to you and you’ll have to share a fork.

walking in with a six-pack, already grinning You heard him, Barton. I’m not sharing. I have standards.

mildly The smoke alarm’s been going off for three minutes. It’s starting to sound sad.

booming MY FRIENDS! I HAVE BROUGHT A FEAST!

staring Where did you even get that?

brightly The forest! It was most generous.

without turning Tony, if you set off the sprinklers again, I’m letting Jarvis lock you out of the kitchen for a month.

mock-offended That’s abuse. I’m wounded. I’m telling Pepper.

deadpan Pepper’s on my side.

pausing …That’s fair. She usually is.

yelling, clearly delighted DID SOMEBODY SAY FEAST?!