Logan: I loathe you with every inch of my being.
Scott: *snorts*
Scott: That's not a lot of inches.

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Logan: I loathe you with every inch of my being.
Scott: *snorts*
Scott: That's not a lot of inches.
Yeah... went old school here. Totally forgot about this ship for a long time. video inspired by these videos: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p3fVO1HaPc8 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ek3H7a5XTNE
Scott: There's been an incident...and I'd like to talk about it.
Rogue: Okay?
Remy: Out with it then.
Scott, uncomfortable:...I saw Logan's maple tree.
Rogue: His sex pistol?
Remy: His middle stump?
Scott: Guys--
Rogue: His joy stick?
Remy: His trouser snake?
Scott: It's not--
Rogue: His lance of love?
Remy: His knobgoblin?
Rogue: His ground squirrel?
Scott, nodding: Yeah...yeah, I saw his ground squirrel.
Remy: Well don't leave us in suspense. What happened?
Scott: I was coming down the hall, he was coming out of the bathroom, naked as a jaybird for some fucking reason, and I...yeah. Complete package.
Rogue: And what's the verdict?
Scott: I'm reconsidering my sexuality, to be honest.
Remy: You joking, home?
Scott, blushing: That, my friend, is no joke.
Cyclops: Did you have to stab him?
Wolverine: You weren't there, you didn't hear what he said to me.
Cyclops: What'd he say?
Wolverine: "What're you gonna do, stab me?"
Cyclops:
Cyclops: You know what, that's fair.
Cyclops: Now remember, murder is never the answer
Wolverine: He's right. Murder is the question
Cyclops: ...
Wolverine: And the answer is yes
Scott: I need you to swear--
Logan: Fuck.
Scott:
Logan:
Scott: ...swear as in promise.
Logan: Truth or Dare.
Scott: Truth?
Logan: When was the last time you got a full nights sleep? Better yet, when was the last time you slept at all.
Scott: Dare.
Logan: Go to sleep.
Scott: ...I hate this game
Logan: Punch me.
Scott: *falters* I'm sorry, what?
Logan: If we're gonna spar then you better be ready to throw a hit, so punch me.
Scott: You're serious?
Logan: Punch me in the face! Did you not hear me the first time!
Scott: I always hear "Punch me in the face" when you're speaking but it's usually subtext...