President McKenna: What is that?
William Stryker: A jet.
President McKenna: What kind of jet?
William Stryker: We don't know-but it comes out of the basketball court.
Professor X: For someone who hates mutants, you certainly keep some strange company.
William Stryker: Oh, they serve their purpose. As long as they can be controlled.
Magneto: What's your name?
Magneto: What's your real name, John?
Magneto: Quite a talent you have there, Pyro.
Pyro: [Flames appear in Pyro's hand] I can only manipulate the fire. I can't create it.
Magneto: You're a god among insects.
Storm: [about Nightcrawler's scars] So... What are they?
Nightcrawler: They're angelic symbols, passed on to mankind by the archangel Gabriel.
Storm: They're beautiful. How many do you have?
Nightcrawler: One for every sin. So quite a few.
Nightcrawler: Excuse me? They say you can imitate anybody, even their voice.
Mystique: [as Nightcrawler] Even their voice.
Nightcrawler: Then why not stay in disguise all the time? You know, look like everyone else.
Mystique: Because we shouldn't have to.
Pyro: I'm driving.
Wolverine: Maybe next time.
Wolverine: How is she?
Dr. Jean Grey: She's fine.
Dr. Jean Grey: I think she's still taken with you.
Wolverine: Well you can tell her... my heart belongs to... someone else.
Dr. Jean Grey: Scott, when I tell you, open your eyes.
Dr. Jean Grey: Trust me.
[Wolverine takes out Cyclops' visor]
Wolverine: You drop something?
Arley: Jesus, you are really somethin'.
Eugene: Thanks. I appreciate the euphemism. I always wanted to be somethin'.
Eugene: OK. You know, I'm going to have to consult my spirit guides here, because you tell me that Trevor is withholding from you, but you won't tell me anything specific and you still want me to sit here and divine why.
Arley: Divine why? You always talk like that?
Arley: You go to some big, fancy school?
Arley: Think you can stop rubbing my nose in it?
Arley: I got to take a shower.
Trevor McKenney: What?
Arley: I smell horrible.
Trevor McKenney: No you don't! You smell like a rose or something.
Arley: Are you sure?
Trevor McKenney: Yeah, yeah, I'm sure.