Luis: You know what? I was thinking of a tactic. Like when I go undercover. Like a whistling. You know what I am saying? To like blend in.
Scott Lang: No. Do not whistle. No whistling. It is not The Andy Griffith Show. No whistling.
[cut to Luis whistling]
[first lines]
Hank Pym: Stark!
Howard Stark: He doesn't seem happy. Hello, Hank. You're supposed to be in Moscow.
Hank Pym: I took a detour... Through your defense lab.
[slams a vial of Pym particles on table]
Peggy Carter: Tell me that isn't what I think it is.
Hank Pym:
That depends if you think it's a poor attempt to replicate my work. Even for this group, that takes nerve.
Mitchell Carson: You were instructed to go to Russia. May I remind you, Dr. Pym, that you're a soldier...
Hank Pym: I'm a scientist.
Howard Stark: Then act like one. The Pym Particle is the most revolutionary science ever
developed. Help us put it to good work.
Hank Pym: I let you turned me into your errand boy, and now you try to steal my research?
Mitchell Carson: If only you'd protected Janet with such ferocity, Dr. Pym.
Hank Pym: Ah...
[Pym slams Carson's head into a desk]
Peggy Carter: Easy, Hank!
Hank Pym: You mention my wife again, and I'll show you ferocity.
Howard Stark: [as Carson stares at him] Don't look at me. You said it.
Hank Pym: I took on a young protégé called Darren Cross.
Scott Lang: Darren Cross. He's a big deal.
Hank Pym: But before he was a big deal he was my assistant. I thought I saw something in him, a son I never had perhaps. He was brilliant, but as we became close he began to suspect that I wasn't telling him everything. He heard
rumors about what was called the Pym Particles, and he became obsessed with recreating my formula. But I wouldn't help him so he conspired against me and he voted me out of my own company.
Scott Lang: How could he do that?
Hank Pym: The board's chairman is my daughter, Hope. She was the deciding vote.
Scott Lang: [serves a teenager customer at Baskin-Robbins] Welcome to Baskin-Robbins. Would you like to try our Mango Fruit Blast?
Ice Cream Store Customer: Uh, no thanks. Um... I will have, I'll have a burger, please.
Scott Lang: Oh, we don't, we don't make that.
Ice Cream Store Customer: Pretzel. Hot
pretzel, like mustard... do you have mustard dip?
Scott Lang: It's ice cream! Baskin-Robbins.
Ice Cream Store Customer: [becoming exasperated] I'll just do, like, whatever's hot and fresh.
Scott Lang: Dude.
Dale: [to Scott from his office] Can I see you in the back, chief? Pronto.
Scott
Lang: Sure thing, Dale. Darby, could you just, uh, take care of this idiot? Thanks.
Scott Lang: Scott Lang: Hank, didn't you say this was some old warehouse? Its not! You son of a bitch!
Luis: [Scott is just released from prison] Scotty! What's up, man? Dang, hey!
Scott Lang: Ha ha! Hey, man!
Luis: Hey, what's up with your eye?
Scott Lang: Oh. Well, what do you think? Peachy. It's a going-away present.
Luis: Oh, yeah. I still got my scar from a year ago!
Scott Lang: Oh, yeah.
Luis: Yeah. You know what? I'm still the only one who knocked him out.
Scott Lang: Well, I definitely didn't.
Scott Lang: Hey, look what I have for you.
[Hands Cassie a gift]
Cassie Lang: Can I open it now?
Paxton: Of course sweetheart, it's your birthday.
[Cassie pulls out a Hideous Rabbit]
Hideous Rabbit: You're my bestest friend!
Paxton: What is that thing?
Cassie Lang: He's so ugly! I love him! Can I go show my friends?
Hope Van Dyne: [to Scott] When you're small, energy's compressed, so you have the force of a 200-pound man behind a fist a 100th of an inch wide. You're like a bullet. You punch too hard, you kill someone, too soft, it's a love tap. In other words, you have to know how to punch.
Scott Lang: I was in prison for three years, I know how to punch.
Hope Van Dyne: Show me.
[Scott punches her hand]
Hope Van Dyne: Terrible.
Scott Lang: You wanna show me how to punch?
[lifts his hand up]
Scott Lang: Show me...
Hope Van Dyne: [punches Scott in the face, knocking him down] That's how you punch.