Iron Man

- This is where I exit.

- Tomorrow don't be late.

- Yeah, you can count on it.

- I'm serious.

- I know, I know.

Render unto Caesar that which

is Caesar's. There you go.

Mr. Stark! Excuse me!

Mr. Stark!

Christine Everheart,

Vanity Fair magazine.

Can I ask you a couple of

questions? - She's cute.

- She's alright? Hi.

- Hi.

Yeah. Okay, go.

You've been called the Da Vinci of

our time. What do you say to that?

Absolutely ridiculous.

I don't paint.

And what do you say to your other

nickname, the Merchant of Death?

That's not bad.

Let me guess... Berkeley?

Brown, actually.

Well, Ms. Brown.

It's an imperfect world,

but it's the only one we've got.

I guarantee you the day weapons are

no longer needed to keep the peace,

we'll start making bricks and

beams for baby hospitals.

Rehearse that much?

Every night in front of

the mirror before bedtime.

- I can see that.

- I'd like to show you firsthand.

All I want is the serious answer.

Okay, here is serious.

My old man had a philosophy:

"Peace means having a bigger

stick than the other guy."

That's a great line, coming

from a guy selling the sticks.

My father helped defeat Nazis.

He worked on the Manhattan Project.

A lot of people, including

your professors at Brown,

would call that being a hero.

And a lot of people would

also call that war-profiteering.

Tell me, do you plan to report

on the millions we've saved by

advancing medical technology?

Or kept from starvation

with our intelli-crops?

All those breakthroughs:

military funding, honey.

Wow, did you ever lose an hour

of sleep your whole life?

I'd be prepared to

lose a few with you.

Good morning. It's 7 a.m.

The weather in Malibu is 72

degrees with scattered clouds.

The surf conditions are fair

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