Do not even try it, Night Thrasher. Put the gun down, or Beef will pop the heads of your housekeeper, Tai, and your girlfriend, like unwanted acne. Decide which is more important to you... the lives of your loved ones -- or winning this fight.
Clumsy, child. Very clumsy. You do not bait the lioness in her den, nor the spider at the center of her web. This is the second time in as many weeks an attempt has been made on my life... though it would seem my would-be assassins are getting younger and younger. Welcome, X-Men. Doubtless you begin to guess why I invited you here tonight.
And you still are. Terrified. Knowing that could have been you. Every day spent fighting this ugly war could be your last. And you get by, convinced that you're just a heartbeat away from love and life. When the sad reality you refuse to admit -- is that you're much closer to being a simple heartbeat away... from misery and death.
I love Christmas Eve. Maybe even more so than Christmas itself. It's the one night of the year when the entire world just...stops. In those few hours before the dawn - human, mutant, everyone, just sort of holds their breath in sweet anticipation...waiting to see how badly they're going to be disappointed in the morning. In its own tragic way...it's kind of romantic. That's why I love Christmas Eve.
May I remind you, Storm, you no longer have official standing here at Xavier's -- by your own choice. And surprise, we manage quite well without you. Shoul you, or Bishop, or Sage choose to interfere further -- well, as we've just seen, that's how accidents happen.
The news is out, Scott...The mutant population has been decimated...and sooner or later, our enemies will come for us. If you want blood on your hands, so be it. But I'm going to protect these children at any cost...Jay? Oh my God!
You know exactly why I'm doing this... because you're a weapon. A cold-blooded killing machine who knows nothing but death and murder. You're a threat to every life within this school. But that's all about to change... because one way or another, you're leaving.
I had a thousand daughters. A thousand bright lights, a thousand little minds...slowly awakening, blinking and shining...and you snuffed them out. Maybe you're just Jean Grey, gone insane. Or maybe you're the Phoenix. Obeying cosmic laws we'll never understand. All I know for sure is that when you come back...you're going to have to deal with me.
You possess one of the greatest mutant powers on the planet, Shan. The ability to possess people's minds is not one to be taken lightly. ... I would expect someone with the power to control the minds of others to have better control over her own emotions. Over her own life.
Scott was trying to be sweet and all I felt was cold and alone because so many wonderful lights have gone out and I'm so tired from fighting against all this darkness. And I thought, !I'll name them Jaye and Kurt." I name my gray hairs after dead friends. Dead friends and X-Men.
My god, Scott...All they did was look at me and it was like...like a pack of dogs ran wild in my brain. They're not letting go. And they're not letting anyone else in. They've just made that abundantly clear. God, I think I threw up inside my head.
Yes, we've all had our share of persecution, but we're fighters. We're strong. This youth and those like him are weak. And it's the sort of weakness predators can scent a mile away. It is the sort of weakness that makes its victims stew and fester in their own helplessness and rage. Until finally something like Columbine happens.
You are still so young. You still believe and trust people... And you wish to be loved. It is of course a character flaw, but a tolerable one. Unfortunately, there is no shortage of pathetically selfish people who will exploit that. Especially boys. One might even consider you first heartbreak / betrayal / eternal virtual imprisonment of the opposite sex to be a rite of passage. So, congratulations. You're one step closer to knowing what it is to be human.
I should have guessed that a boy who takes such girlish effort with his long locks would hit like one. Tell me, have you ever wished a woman to put you on all fours and grab hold of that mane? It's all right. I can keep a secret. Even a god of thunder could use a little whipping now and then. I have such pretty things to dress you in--
That's enough, Red! I called you future X-Men over here to come get them and send them home. Because Cyclops is wrong and that is that. But no one said anything about a metal-masked Jean Grey from the future and no one said anything about you beating the hell out of yourself. You want to psychically battle someone. Pick on someone who absolutely despises you. Too bad no one's watching. Black Queen versus White Queen. The message boards would love this.
This -- your actions -- this affects all of us. And no matter how this turns out, this is something very important that needs to be taught... and for the life of me I don't think there's ever been a better way to teach it. And that this is embarrassing you? Good. It should. That means part of you is still spinning the right way.
Emma and I will not sit by and let the Inhumans destroy us. We have a plan. We've been reaching out, gathering allies. PowerfulMutants who agree with our position, with more to come. You can step back, or you can help. But either way... it is time to act.
The wind was at my back for so long that I nearly forgot the taste... of utter defeat. Oh, darling. We planned it all so well, but God knows what to do with plans, don't they? Now my queen is off the board, and I'm back on my heels. I feel the call of my... darker designs. Would I be the White Queen without them? I covet what I cannot have, I take pleasure in pain, but you inspire me to... rise above all that. Now our enemies from without and within smell the faintest whiff of blood. I will hold fast until the winds shift. I need you back, Kate.
Frankly, I expect a certain amount of tackiness from some of my girls -- but not all of them. And I expect your son to be a gentleman. Do not let him break their hearts... except Esme. She needs it, Scott. So help me -- she needs it.
Mind you, I can't help thinking, if resurrections are all the rage...shouldn't we be counting the days until you-know-who returns from the white-hot you-know-where to reclaim her dear old husband? Won't that be fun? Oh dear, late for my medical, must run -- toodles, Emma darling!