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| Wolverine: So read my mind. Jean: I'd rather not. Wolverine: C'mon, you afraid you might like it? |
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| Xavier: You were attacked. My people brought you here for medical attention. Wolverine: I don't need medical attention. Xavier: Yes, of course. |
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| Wolverine: You guys actually go out in these things? Cyclops: What would you prefer, yellow spandex? |
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| Rogue: Does it hurt, when they come out? Wolverine: Everytime. |
Wolverine: Storm, Cyclops... what do they call you? Wheels? |
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| Wolverine: Hey, it's me. Cyclops: Prove it. Wolverine: You're a dick. Cyclops: Okay. |
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