“Hey, watch your mouth!”

“Well… I am… but. It’s clearly not working!”

“Shh—shh!” Reaching out as if there was a way to stop her. “Alright, that does it! Swear jar is officially happening, and oh, I’m looking to make a 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 off you, missy!”

“… Yes, it’s the female equivalent of ‘buster.’”

“Compared to you? Absolutely.”

“I occasionally use the ‘s’ word!”

“Then you’d still have significantly less than the amount of dollars in the swear jar.”

“And here I thought you were going to sell out, like I did!”

Size matters!

Retweet.

“…Nothing.”

“I actually don’t know which one of the several things I thought about saying was the thing you thought I was going to say.”

“So now that you’re back, which team are you going to join? The Avengers? The blue team from outer space? The other team from outer space with the talking ferret? Or Scott Lang’s PR team?”

“You can take the Scott Lang out of Baskin-Robbins, but you can’t take the Baskin-Robbins out of Scott Lang.”

“Sticky!”

Lang-tastic.

“Stop what?”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”