"You got a better one?" He is all cheek, okay? Sorry, Bruce, this is your life now. Pray that Jim and Tony never become friends, it'd result in a black hole of smarm.

And then he smiles, shakes his head and claps Bruce on the shoulder. "Anyway, you're right on the money this time, I probably shouldn't stick around. Thanks for the science, Doc." He's got, you know. Tribbles to hunt down.

(These things really are trouble. Bones was right to name the damn things.)

So, if Bruce adds nothing further, Jim will head for the door with a final cheery wave.