[ 'Big head of his', huh? ]

Everybody's a critic. I need more ammunition before I can come up with something better.

[ Tony crosses his arms, giving the kid an assessing look. It's not like he can't relate or sympathize. If it weren't for his own work, he'd probably have climbed the walls and chewed his way into the cold vacuum or space by now. ]

Yeah, believe it or not, I've noticed. I'll sign the thing, I just don't admire what the rung of that particular ladder must look like.

Or smells like.