Cornelius: Gentlemen, this is Dr. Cornelius. I know we've just lost three men, but I must remind you this is still a recovery mission. I've invested too much time and money in this young man to let one of you testosterone addicts put a bullet in his head for something stupid like revenge.
Wraith: I've been nailing mutants for Weapon X before you discovered corduroy, college boy. Now shut up and watch a master at work.
Wraith: (to Nightcrawler, who failed to escape from Weapon X) Oh, I get: you're wondering if you've still got enough energy to reach that passenger plane? Sure, it might be two miles up, but you have teleported that kind of distance in the past. Why shouldn't you be able to do it when you really need to, huh? A pillow, a blanket and your first hot coffee in over eight months are just a heartbeat away, kid. You could change your life forever if only you had it in you for one last leap. (kicks him in the face, and hauls him back to the complex)
Jean Grey: We may see a leafy, old finished school for runaway mutants, but it's only because he allows us to. Due to the professor's telepathic suggestion, everyone else just reads that sign as the Westchester Chapter of the Jehova's Witness and pretty much leave us alone.
Mafia boss: Peter Rasputin belongs to me, not you, pig-face! Russian Mafia saved him from Siberian firing squad, not X-Men. Peter come back and work for his old friends or little brothers and sisters get chopped up into tiny pieces. Your buddy sign binding contract and contract must always be honored.
Wolverine: Yeah? Well, maybe it's time we renegotiated the terms of that contract, comrade.
