Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.

Dialog – [Making out with a person he thinks is Jean Grey, Wolverine finds scars from the wound he gave Mystique in the first film.]
Mystique: No one's ever left a scar quite like you.
Logan/Wolverine: What do you want, an apology?
Mystique: You know what I want. The question is, what do you want? [She shape-shifts into Storm, Rogue, herself; Wolverine pushes her away and she assumes the form of Stryker.] What do you really want?
Logan/Wolverine: I want you to get out.

Webby: You’re so smart, Uncle Scrooge.
Scrooge: Thanks, darling. And wasn’t it smart of you to notice?

Ronnie: I did what any man would do.
Lamb: You hit him in the back of the head when he wasn’t looking.

You were at school and you were pimply and no one wanted to know you. You get into a group and you’ve got thousands of chicks there.

Love is like a tranquil breeze that sweeps over my soul making me whole.

Out of intense complexities intense simplicities emerge.

A true friend is one soul in two bodies.

I hope you have not been leading a double life, pretending to be wicked and being really good all the time. That would be hypocrisy.

Life without liberty is like a body without spirit.