Gambit: After all 'dis time--an I still manage to impress myself.
Wolverine: Any comments?
Rogue: Nothin' printable.
Gambit: So why's everybody callin' him Joseph? What is dat all about? Maybe I should just start callin' myself somethin' differnt. James. 'Gambit?' No, I'm James.
Gambit:...dese people even accepted me. Dat should tell ya what a poor judge of character dey are.
Joseph:Point taken
Gambit to Joseph: Really. And how do you remember that, amnesia lad?
Gambit: The first one who didn't trust Joseph say I tol' ya so!...I tol' ya so!
Gambit: Oh, th' pain!
Rogue: Hush, Cajun, an' get up!
Gambit: Mus' be paralyzed.
Rogue: Convenient position.
Storm: No fear Gambit, I have you.
Gambit: Stormy, we got to stop meetin' like dis. Folk's, dey'll talk.
Storm: Use that name one more time--and I shall give folks something to talk about!
Gambit: A romantic moonlit flight through the mountains, cherie?
Rogue: If your armpits sweat on me, I'll drop you.
Cyclops: That sir, is no way to treat a lady.
Gambit: Or Rogue neither, hein?
Beast: My oh my, talk about a man who loves to live dangerously.
Gambit: Alors! I thought I'd joined the X-Men...not the Brady Bunch! There are somethings I prefer not to do in a group.
Gambit: On de count of three?
Bishop: Why wait? Let's go on two.
Gambit: I know what you're t'inkin', ma petite. Dat Gambit...still the suave one, non?
Death: For I have become Death-
Rogue: -the shatterer of worlds! Blah, blah, blah,--like you're the only one who ever stole that quote from Bhagauhad-Gita! This is the clown you told us about, Cyke?
Daredevil: Frick here.
Gambit: How come I get stuck bein' Frack?
Constrictor: $#@!--If I wanted lame cracks I'd get my face kicked by Spiderman.
Carl Denti: Freeze pal! You're under arrest!
Gambit: Yeah, that'll work, Denti. 'You're under arrest' An' they say feds have no sense of humor.
Scott: I'm worried.
Jean: What a shock...
Cyclops: (After blasting alarm clock) Here I am, Cyclops, leader of the X-Men--and how do I use my optic blasts? As a snooze button.
Magneto: There is nothing you can do, short of killing me.
Wolverine: That would be my cue!
Beast: Sometimes, Bobby, I wonder if puberty will ever end for you.
Archangel: Or start.
Jubilee: Why does everyone say me name like it means ‘shut-up’?
Gambit to Rogue: I hope someday, you’ll be able to forgive me, Chere…Because I know I never will.
Angel: I’m thinkin’ back about a year ago, maybe more…somebody swiped a Matisse from my New York penthouse.
Gambit: Why you be lookin’ my way when you say such things?
Rogue: Maybe, Gambit, because you’re a thief.
Gambit: Not for a Matisse, Rogue. Remy’s taste runs more to Cezanne.
Rogue: Don't make me do this...ah don't wanna do this...you can't-
Gambit: Feel no responsibility chere. It ain't your doin', just find a way to forgive me for what your about to see.
Gambit: Pah, a mutant thief can't be having loyalties...can't love...can't hope to dream of the future...it just isn't meant to be.
Bishop: You know, LeBeau, you are indeed something of a jerk.
Gambit: Always did want one of dem weed whackers.
Rogue: What do you have, Hank?
Beast: Not a lot. But if my calculations are correct, this button should--
Rogue is sent flying against the wall
Beast: Make things worse. Whoops.
Psylocke: Why is it...you men always seem to talk in macho slogans?
Jean: Don't lie to a telepath Scott. It's demeaning.
Rogue: An' if he's too stupid to know he needs rescuin', that's too dang bad.
Jean: I must confess, infuriating and arrogant as Gambit can be...those eyes, that grin, the body - it takes a girl's breath away.
Scott: Oh really? When next the opportunity presents itself...remind me to drop a truck on him.
Professor X: Cyclops.
Scott: A big truck.
Professor X: Cyclops.
Scott: A really big truck.
Iceman: I'm trying to think --
Cecilia: Don't hurt yourself.
Gambit: What has love done to you, Remy LeBeau? Standin' in the rain, pretendin' its that and not tears runnin' down y'face.
Rogue: Ah got the Russian, Storm! What 'bout the Swamp Rat?
Storm: He is about to receive a painful lesson in the law of gravity...and in humility...unless the good earth responds to my call.
Gambit: Ça c'est assez! Enough! I'm sorry, already! Less wit' de guilt and more wit' de savin', chere!
Rogue: He's awful snitty f'r someone up a creek without a parachute...
Storm: True, though I imagine it is the fall talking...or the realization that I am hurling basketball-sized hailstones past his nose at ninety miles per hour. Neither of which would be the case if he had heeded my warnings.
Gambit: Anyone ever tell you ladies you got a real talent for kickin' a man when he's down? Dis gon' smart--
Rogue: An' from the sound of it, the poor darlin' ain't too happy. Will y'all listen to that language? An' she calls herself a lady!
Rogue: What am I going to do with you Remy LeBeau?
Gambit: I have a list, but I left it in my other pants.
Gambit: Everyone can relax...Gambit has returned.
Professor X: Sometimes it seems that in mutant heaven there are no pearly gates, but instead revolving doors.
Professor X: Wolverine, call me Professor, Professor X, Professor Xavier, or, even if you must, Charles but not Charley. Is that understood?
Wolverine: Sure, Chuck.
Beast: (crashing thru a pile of Storm's raked leaves with
Jubilee riding shotgun): "Quick, jot this down... 'The Danger Yard!' trademark Hank McCoy and Jubilation Lee. I'm telling you, 'J' - we copyright this baby and you and I can blow this taco stand!
Jubilee: We're in the mula, we're in the mula!
Banshee: Hard to believe th' boyo's got a doctorate in biophysics.
Professor X: You wanted me to get my mental powers back, monster... well, have them I do.
Nina: Bet you feel stupid now, don't you doodie-head.
Gambit: Well dat's a rallyin' cry if e'er I did hear one.
Bishop: How forward thinking of you. Any idea where to find the records we need?
Wolverine: My heightened senses being what they are, combined with my ability to read, I'd say they're down this way.
Cyclops: And what you have with Rogue...what is that?
Gambit: (grins) I guess dat depends on which day of the week it is.
Gambit: You want to tell me what you're doin' here instead of down Mississippi way like you said?
Rogue: Ah just couldn't resist your Cajun charm and felt the overwhelming need to fly to your side.
Gambit: I'll accept that for now...mostly 'cause who could blame you...
Gambit: ...you ever notice you and I can't go on a date wit'out bein' jumped?
Rogue: Maybe someone's tryin' t'tell us something.
Cable: (about Gambit) The man is a walking hormone. What did Rogue ever see in a scoundrel like that?
Storm: Charm, wit, good looks...need I go on?
Jubilee: How did you do that?
Gambit: With style, petite. With style.
Wolverine: So yer the skirt that tamed the Cajun.
Belladonna: 'House broke' to be more acc'rate.
Rogue:REMY! Is it you?! Is this REAL?!?
Remy: I can prove it wit' a KISS. But dat'll likely put a crimp in out conversation since your power makes me pass out.
Rogue: Don't joke please. Just HOLD me. So ah can pretend ah'm safe.
Remy: In my arms, chere, you always will be.
Remy: Escape/damsel in distress, escape/damsel in distress ... LeBeau, you're so predictable!
Bishop: It's always been my belief that a soldier should NEVER divest himself of the security of his armaments.
Gambit: Mon Dieu! Does the man sleep with a teddy bear as well?
Jean Grey: I HEARD that Gambit.
Wolverine: Move it kid! We aint got all day!
Jubilee: Who died and made you Cyclops?
Gambit: Guess 'magination was no prerequisite for joining the XSE, eh, mis amis?
Bishop: No, Lebeau. But, I assure you, I was first in my class when it came to pounding smart-mouthed cajuns...
Gambit: Speaking o' which, whose 'Three Stooges Collected Works' video?
Cyclops: Ummm, that'd be mine. It was... er, a gift... a wedding gift.
Gambit: Like I said, you're a lucky man, Scott Summers.