"I don't know if you've been in a fight before, but there's usually not this much talking."
— Falcon to Spider-Man, Captain America: Civil War
have to wonder how you found out where i’ve been hiding, thought i was doing pretty well all things considered. and for the record, in case you were getting any ideas, i can absolutely kill you on my home turf. and as soon as possible, i’ll kill you on yours.
Zhou Cheng: I thought the Iron Fist was a great warrior. You fight like a child throwing a tantrum.
Danny Rand: A man fights with his mouth when his fists are lacking.
— Iron Fist (2017), "The Blessing of Many Fractures"
Euron: A neat trick, sea-rat, a biting ship! After I feed you to it I think I'll keep it for my own!
The Wolf: The name's Wolf, rust-born, and I would almost stand down for the pleasure of seeing you try! Would you like me to cut off an arm and a leg to give you a fair chance?!
Euron: No need, whoreson, you'll probably do that to yourself soon enough, I'm surprised you know which end of the sword is which!
The Wolf: I could say the same of yours! Is every man of the Iron Islands so flipper-handed that they cut out their tongues while shaving, or am I talking to a man who surrounds himself with incompetents to make his lack of skill seem less noticeable?
Euron: You do anything but talk, or do you use that sword of yours for something other than widening out your holes so your sailors have an easier time going in?
[...]
The Wolf: Was that it? My father hit me harder the time I stole his sword and killed the neighbor's best ram!
Euron: I imagine killing sheep is about all you're good for, ginger! And even then, only old sheep, blind in one eye and lame in three legs so you have less of a chance of getting hurt!
[...]
Euron: Who the hell are you? It would've been known if a sow had given birth to a piglet in the shape of a man!
[...]
The Wolf: I serve gods of blood and thunder, of metal and courage. They tasked me with finding one who was as close to me as I could in this world. I'm glad to find we have so much in common.
Euron: Common? You know who you're talking to, you ugly bastard?
The Wolf: Oh yes, Euron Greyjoy. Like me, you are a wanderer, a pirate, a raider, you've sailed from one end of the world to the other, you murder the priests of false and puny gods... we've both, for very different reasons and a different number of times, been inside your mother...
Euron: I will rip off your beard and use it as a featherduster!
The Wolf: I imagine you have great need for one, given how little you move around! I've seen less fat on a whale and more activity in the bed of Harald-Hundred-Years during his seventeenth wedding night!
[...]
Euron: I will not even kill you, I will cut off your tongue and your cock and reduce you to be the ship's whore!
The Wolf: Aha, I knew it was my cock you were after. So it really is true what they say about you Iron Islanders: Your fleets are powered by rotgut, buggery and floggings!
[...]
The Wolf: Can't even keep an even keel at sea, rust-born? Were you born this clumsy or did you take lessons? Give me the name of your teacher in idiocy so I can congratulate him on the summits his pupil has reached in the art of being a clown!
The Wolf: The name's Wolf, rust-born, and I would almost stand down for the pleasure of seeing you try! Would you like me to cut off an arm and a leg to give you a fair chance?!
Euron: No need, whoreson, you'll probably do that to yourself soon enough, I'm surprised you know which end of the sword is which!
The Wolf: I could say the same of yours! Is every man of the Iron Islands so flipper-handed that they cut out their tongues while shaving, or am I talking to a man who surrounds himself with incompetents to make his lack of skill seem less noticeable?
Euron: You do anything but talk, or do you use that sword of yours for something other than widening out your holes so your sailors have an easier time going in?
[...]
The Wolf: Was that it? My father hit me harder the time I stole his sword and killed the neighbor's best ram!
Euron: I imagine killing sheep is about all you're good for, ginger! And even then, only old sheep, blind in one eye and lame in three legs so you have less of a chance of getting hurt!
[...]
Euron: Who the hell are you? It would've been known if a sow had given birth to a piglet in the shape of a man!
[...]
The Wolf: I serve gods of blood and thunder, of metal and courage. They tasked me with finding one who was as close to me as I could in this world. I'm glad to find we have so much in common.
Euron: Common? You know who you're talking to, you ugly bastard?
The Wolf: Oh yes, Euron Greyjoy. Like me, you are a wanderer, a pirate, a raider, you've sailed from one end of the world to the other, you murder the priests of false and puny gods... we've both, for very different reasons and a different number of times, been inside your mother...
Euron: I will rip off your beard and use it as a featherduster!
The Wolf: I imagine you have great need for one, given how little you move around! I've seen less fat on a whale and more activity in the bed of Harald-Hundred-Years during his seventeenth wedding night!
[...]
Euron: I will not even kill you, I will cut off your tongue and your cock and reduce you to be the ship's whore!
The Wolf: Aha, I knew it was my cock you were after. So it really is true what they say about you Iron Islanders: Your fleets are powered by rotgut, buggery and floggings!
[...]
The Wolf: Can't even keep an even keel at sea, rust-born? Were you born this clumsy or did you take lessons? Give me the name of your teacher in idiocy so I can congratulate him on the summits his pupil has reached in the art of being a clown!
—The Mountain and the Wolf, the only time someone matched the Wolf's incessant taunting for more than a few seconds, not that it did Euron any good
The Spot: You make your flippy, little sassy jokes and everyone loves them, but no one knows what it feels like to be on the other side of them.
Spider-Man: I'm just trying to lighten the mood.
