Steve Rogers: Before we get started, does anyone want to get out?
Natasha Romanoff: You do anything fun Saturday night? Steve Rogers: Well, all the guys in my barbershop quartet are dead. So no, not really.
Sam Wilson: Don't look at me. I do what he does - just slower.
Natasha Romanoff: Kiss me. Steve Rogers: What? Natasha Romanoff: Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable. Steve Rogers: Yes, they do.
Steve Rogers: [after posing as Natasha's fiance] That was not my first kiss since 1945. I'm 95, I'm not dead.
Sam Wilson: You're a lot heavier than you look. Steve Rogers: I had a big breakfast.
Sam Wilson: How do we tell the good guys from the bad guys? Steve Rogers: If they're shooting at you, they're bad!
Natasha Romanoff: Bye bye, bikinis Steve Rogers: Yeah, I bet you look terrible in them now.
Kate: Captain... Steve Rogers: Neighbour...
Natasha Romanoff: I find that it's easier to keep your true self buried under several layers of untrue selves, to protect yourself. Steve Rogers: That's not a good way to live. Natasha Romanoff: No, but it's a good way not to die.
Natasha Romanoff: Can any of you boys direct me to the Smithsonian? I'm here to pick up a fossil.