Yeah, uh, where I'm standing? And I am standing. Next to at least four hobos and a guy who needs a set of dentures and is probably trying to come up with a way to steal my pants without me noticing. But from where I'm standing? You owe me a date. Or ten. Maybe fifteen.
Actually, I can compromise with twelve.
Twelve dates. Because you, Pepper Potts, left at a really inconvenient time without filing for any sort of vacation leave.
[Oh hey, who's that sharply dressed man stepping off of a public bus just a ways from the restaurant?
Yup. Tony Stark, that's who. And look! He's only like, twenty minutes late. It's practically a record.]
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Actually, I can compromise with twelve.
Twelve dates. Because you, Pepper Potts, left at a really inconvenient time without filing for any sort of vacation leave.
[Oh hey, who's that sharply dressed man stepping off of a public bus just a ways from the restaurant?
Yup. Tony Stark, that's who. And look! He's only like, twenty minutes late. It's practically a record.]