Iron Man 3 Page #11

had to live with a chestful of shrapnel.

And now, neither will I.

- Let me tell you...

-(METAL CLINKING)

...that was the best sleep

I'd had in years.

(GASPING)

(COUGHING)

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

(WEAKLY) No, look.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(LAUGHS)

TONY:
So, if I were to wrap this up,

tie it with a bow, or whatever...

I guess I'd say my armour,

it was never a distraction,

or a hobby.

It was a cocoon.

And now,

I'm a changed man.

You can take away my house,

all my tricks and toys.

One thing you can't take away...

I am Iron Man.

(THRILLING MUSIC PLAYING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

TONY:
You know, and thank you

by the way. For listening.

Plus, something about just getting it off

my chest,

and putting it out there in the

atmosphere, instead of holding this in...

I mean, this is what gets people sick,

you know.

Wow, I had no idea

you were such a good listener.

To be able to share

all my intimate thoughts

and my experiences with someone,

it just cuts the weight of it in half.

You know, it's like a snake

swallowing its own tail.

Everything comes full circle.

-(GASPS)

- And the fact that you've been able to

-help me process...

-(CLEARS THROAT)

- Are you with me?

- Sorry... I was, yeah.

We were at, uh...

Are you actively napping?

(STAMMERING)

I was... I... I drifted.

Where did I lose you?

Elevator in Switzerland.

So, you heard none of it.

I'm sorry. I'm not that kind of doctor.

I'm not a therapist.

- It's not my training.

- So?

- I don't have the...

- What? The time?

Temperament.

You know what?

Now that I think about it...

Oh! God, my original wound.

-1983, all right?

- Yes.

I'm 14 years old, I still have a nanny.

That was weird.

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