Coulson: So you admit that you’re not real, that I created you in my head. Mike Peterson: Of course. But you know something deeper. You’re here to face it. Coulson: Face my fear. Mike Peterson: How am I your fear, Phil? No. I mean, face *facts*. Coulson: What “facts”? Mike Peterson: That this is *all* in your head. Coulson: Are you telling me that I’m still in TAHITI? Mike Peterson: Coulson, I’m telling you you’ve never *been* to TAHITI. Or Malta, Puerto Rico, or outer space, or the Framework, or the future. You’re on the table, Coulson. Code Blue.
Mike Peterson: What makes more sense? You tell me. That you were brought back from the dead after many days, your mind programmed with false memories, a world with alternate realities and rocks that tear holes in space-time? Or that your brain is being stimulated with electricity to revive it, and your consciousness is trying to make sense of random synapses firing off in your brain? Coulson: That’s not true. Mike Peterson: You know it’s true. Loki ran a scepter through your heart, and we are trying desperately to bring you back. But it isn’t working.