Pretend you're apologizing. Show me what you've got if you think you're so clever.
I have business matters to attend to. I had to send a poor man's substitute for an Iron Man out to a banquet tonight. Do you have any idea how - oh, who am I kidding? We both know that I didn't want to go. My point is, I have a life. As much as I like that I can stare at my own chest all day, wear hooker boots, and flip my hair dramatically whenever Pepper demands that I do something responsible, my life is still relatively important. I need to get back to it.