Iron Man 22010

Justin Hammer:
[walking into hangar to weaponize the War Machine armor] Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Is it my birthday? What did you do? What did you do? Is this what I think it is?

Colonel James "Rhodey" Rhodes:
Yes, it is. Hammer, I want to know what you're gonna do for us.

Hammer:
What am I going to do for you? Well the first thing I'm gonna do for you is I'm gonna upgrade your software. And then, second, I think I should...

Rhodey:
[interrupts] Hammy, that's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about firepower.

Hammer:
[as he chomps on a lollipop] Well, you're talking to the right guy. [demonstrating various weapons for the armor to Colonel Rhodes and Major Allen] Claridge Hi-Tec, semi-automatic, 9-millimeter pistol. [Rhodes and Allen are silent] Too downtown? I agree. [lays pistol on table and picks up shotgun] M24 shotgun, pump action. Five-round magazine. You know what? You're not a hunter. What am I talking about? I'm getting rid of it. [lays shotgun on table and picks up rife] This is the FN-2000 from Belgium. They do make something better than waffles. It's beautiful, but I can tell this isn't disco enough for you, so I'm gonna put it right here. [lays rifle on table and picks up grenade launcher] You're looking at a Milkor 40-millimeter grenade launcher. Tear gas, smoke. Hippie control. You're tough. [lays grenade launcher on table] Let me tell you something. Size does matter. Don't let anyone tell you different. [picks up minigun] This is an M134 7.62 Minigun. Six individual barrels. The torso taker, powder maker. Our boys in uniform call it Uncle Gazpacho, or Puff the Magic Dragon. [grins at Rhodes and Allen, who remain totally silent] Okay. [carrying a small box] These are the Cubans, baby. This is the Cohibas, the Montecristos. [picking up a small missile out of the box] This is a kinetic-kill, side-winder vehicle with a secondary cyclotrimethylenetrinitramine RDX burst. It's capable of busting a bunker under the bunker you just busted. If it were any smarter, it'd write a book, a book that would make Ulysses look like it was written in crayon. It would read it to you. This is my Eiffel Tower. This is my Rachmaninoff's Third. My Pietà. It's completely elegant, it's bafflingly beautiful, and it's capable of reducing the population of any standing structure to zero. I call it "The Ex-Wife." [Rhodes holds his chin as if in thought] This is the best I've got. [puts missile back in box] Are we gonna do this? Give me something here. You're like a sphinx. I can't read you.

Rhodey:
I think I'll take it.

Hammer:
Which one?

Rhodey:
All of it.

Hammer:
[mildly in shock] All of it.