Bonnie: Who are you? *pointing at Iron Man*
Mike: That's Iron Man.
Bonnie: Iron Man? What kind of name is that?
Iron Man: An awesome name that's generic and suits me.
Bonnie: What a terrible pun.
Iron Man: That's such a bad thing?
Bonnie: No... it's just annoying.
Iron Man: You're more annoying.
Mike: I have to agree with him.
Bonnie [offened]: What? You agree with this iron man and not an animatronic bunny driven in revenge?
Mike [pretends to think]: Hmmm yea.
Iron Man: Hey, you're coming around to the name!
Bonnie: No- I meant to say that you're an iron man.
Iron Man: How's that any different?
Bonnie: It just is!
Iron Man [whipsers to Mike]: May I?
Mike [whispers to Iron Man]: Please!
Bonnie: What are you two talking about?
Iron Man blasts Bonnie's faceplate off.
Bonnie: Hey! Y-you blasted my beautiful face off!
Iron Man [shrugging]: Eh, you look better this way.
Mike: I think "beautiful" is an understatement.
Withered Bonnie: Hey! You look like me!
Bonnie [grumbles sarcastically]: Great...
Mike: Hey, think of this as an...
Jeremy: Improvement!
Mike: Shut up, Jeremy!
Mike: But yes, "improvement".
Bonnie: You put quotation marks around improvement.
Mike: Oh, I did? I'm sorry. Honestly, I don't really care.
Bonnie: You're sending mixed signals everywhere.
Iron Man [whispers to Mike]: Again?
Mike [whispers to Iron Man]: Yes.
Iron Man blasts off Bonnie's right arm.
Bonnie: AHH! MY ARM! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? DO YOU WANT ME TO LOOK LIKE MY UGLY COUNTERPART?!
Mike: Yes.
Withered Bonnie: That was uncalled for.
Bonnie: MIKE SCHMIDT, I SWEAR YOU ARE GOING TO END UP IN ONE OF THESE SUITS!