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You said you wanted the Mandarin,
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you're looking right at him.
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It was always me, Tony, right from the start.
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I am the Mandarin!
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I got nothin'.
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Jarvis, subject at my twelve o'clock is not a target, disengage!
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What? Oh, what, are you mad at me?
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Honey.
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Oh, my God. That was really violent.
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You just scared the devil out of me. I thought you were...
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I was dead. Why? Because I fell two hundred feet?
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Who's the hot mess now?