Burger King and Extra Olives, Please
"Tell me a joke."
"Three men walk into a bar—"
"I've heard this one already! I asked for a joke I've never heard before."
"No you didn't."
"Does it matter? I'm improvising. And I want a new joke."
"And you always get what you want."
"Of course I do. My accountant and my lawyer say so. Hell, my Wikipedia page agrees."
"You know, Wikipedia may not be a prime example of accuracy."
"It's better than the Urban Dictionary."
"Why would the Urban Dictionary have an entry on you?"
"Why not?"
"I suppose I don't know. I figured it was used for drug and street stuff."
"It isn't Ghettopedia, you know."
"Well, how should I know that? I saw that story on MSNBC one time—you know, the one where they called it a stain upon the Internet and a bad source of information for children—and that's all I've ever heard or seen of this Urban Dictionary."
"And MSNBC is known for being the epitome of reliable."
"It's better than FOX."
"Touché."
"I don't know why I watch the news at all these days."
"You want to get a glimpse of yours truly, in case they happen to show that vintage footage of my systematic mental deterioration after my little vacation with Osama's best buddies."
"If I'm lucky I will never have to witness that particular fiasco ever again."
"Well I think your luck is running out. Rhodey has it on his DVR."
"If it's on his TV, I don't have to watch it."
"You do if I tell you to."
"I'll quit."
"You know you won't, so stop throwing that line around."
"Well then I'll..."
"You'll what?"
"I'll make sure I tell you a better joke, Mr. Stark."
"That's a good idea, Miss Potts."
A/N: Hmm. I decided to go for a dialogue only vignette, so hopefully it isn't a travesty because dialogue ain't my forte.