TONY: Give me a smooch for good luck, I might not make it back. PEPPER: [kisses the Iron Man helmet and tosses it over the side] Go get ‘em, boss. TONY: You complete me!
I would steal horses for you, if there were any left, give a dozen of the best to your father, the auto mechanic in the small town where you were born and where he will die in the dark. I am afraid of his hands, which have rebuilt more of the small parts of this world than I ever will. I would offer my sovereignty, take every promise as your final lie, the last point before we start refusing the exact. I would wrap us both in old blankets hold every disease tight against our skin.
And when they asked me if I knew you, I'd smile and say you were a friend of mine.