Posted 04 June 2017 - 05:21 PM
Charles Xavier: Hug off, Logan.
Logan: See, you know who I am.
Charles Xavier: I always know who you are, I just sometimes don't recognize you.
Laura: You are dying. You want to die.
Logan: How do you know?
Laura: Charles told me.
Logan: What else did he tell you?
Laura: To not let you.
Charles Xavier: This has been the most perfect sleep I've had in years... and I don't deserve it, do I?
Laura: You had a nightmare.
Logan: Do you have nightmares?
Laura: Si. People hurt me.
Logan: Mine are different.
Laura: Por que?
Logan: I hurt people.
Laura: [holds up the adamantium bullet] Que es esto?
Logan: You know what it is. It's made out of adamantium. That's what they put inside of us. That's why it can kill us. Probably what's killing me now. That was a long time ago. I kept it as a reminder of what I am. Now I keep it to, uh... actually I, uh... I was thinking of shooting myself with it. Like Charles said.
Laura: I've hurt people too.
Logan: You're gonna have to learn how to live with that.
Laura: They were bad people.
Logan: All the same...
[Laura suddenly grabs the clerk, flips him to the floor, and prepares to stab him with her claws before Logan steps in and stops her]
Logan: Not okay!
[Logan looks at the frightened clerk]
Logan: I'm sorry. Do you sell phone chargers?
[Clerk points at the counter. Logan grabs a phone charger and a cigar before he and Laura leave the store]
Charles Xavier: They need our help.
Logan: Someone will come along!
Charles Xavier: Someone HAS come along.
Logan: Hey, I got you here. That's all I signed up for. I even gave back the money!
Laura: Such a nice man.
Logan: Hey, I never asked for this, alright? Charles never asked for this. Caliban never asked for this. And they are six feet under the ground! I don't know what Charles put in your head, but I am not whatever it is you think I am, okay? I only met you, like, a week ago! You got your Rebecca, your Delillah, your blah, blah, blah, whatever! Everything you asked for, you've got it! And it is better this way, cause I suck at this. Bad shit happens to people I care about. Understand me?
Laura: Then I'll be fine.
Donald Pierce: No. No! NO!
Charles Xavier: Logan.
Logan: I don't wanna talk about it. I don't wanna hear it anymore.
Charles Xavier: Logan.
Logan: Just stop!
Charles Xavier: I have to pee.
Charles Xavier: Language, Logan. And you're screaming at a machine.
Logan: Oh, what? She can gut a man with her feet, but she can't hear a few naughty words?
Caliban: A year ago... you asked me to help you, and... God knows, I've tried... But I can't help you, Logan, not really... if you're not gonna talk to me.
[Logan, sitting beside Caliban, looks down and away from him]
Caliban: I hear you at night; you're not sleeping; you don't wanna talk about that... Or the booze you're drinking... Or the puss you're wiping away from your knuckles. Or the blood I wash from your clothes. Or the... fresh wounds in your chest; the ones that aren't healing... And I'm pretty sure you don't wanna talk about the fact that you can't read the label on that bottle...
[Logan looks bewildered then takes the bottle to try and read it]
Caliban: It says 'Ibuprofen'.
[In a fit of anger, Logan smacks Caliban's drink from his hand, shattering the cup]
Caliban: That was my favourite mug.
Logan: Stay outta my shit.
Logan: I don't know how you got me here, but... thank you.
Laura: De nada.
Logan: You can talk?
Caliban: [shows Logan an adamantium bullet] Found this in your pocket. Adamantium. If you are planning to blow your brains out, could you wait till you're out on the high seas? I just mopped these floors.
Before you do anything you can't undo...National Suicide Prevention Hotline: 1-800-273-8255