James Madrox (Earth-616)/Quotes

Sorry I haven’t been keeping in touch, but dying puts a crimp on one’s correspondence.

So what were you thinking? Monkey pile? It's as if you read your own mind! Monkey pile!

How do I explain that it's happened to me before! A dupe, right on the edge... and I take him... it's like dying myself, like... like my soul's being torn in half. I don't absorb the wound... but the trauma of what he feels...felt...it's... I just can't.

You wanna see when nothing matters? That's when nothing matters. When you're dead. And not a second before.

I'm Jamie Madrox, the Multiple Man, mutant-turned-private-detective. As a sideline, I send my dupes out into the world to learn things and then rejoin with me so their knowledge is mine. That way I can experience... well... everything.

This is all Layla's fault.

Bizarre. The more dupes I created, the more it "thinned out" Locke's control, until I finally broke free. And all these Hydra agents dead...because of me. Frightening. But the most frightening thing of all...is that I don't feel anything. No regret. no horror. No elation. Just...empty. And that's bad. Very...very...bad.

What do you mean "we," paleface?

Something tells me this is Siryn's work.

There is no hope anymore. Layla is gone. There is no faith anymore. Rahne is gone. Without them, the only thing that remains is taking action, even if it's mindless...and brutal...and designed only to relieve the fury that makes every part of my brain feel like it's on fire. ... No faith, no hope...but I still have compassion. It's the one thing that still separates me from my enemies.

Maybe in the end, what makes heroes into heroes...is that we're just too stupid to quit and as result, even in the face of total defeat...we occasionally luck into a win.

We talk about the past...and our future...and how the past has this funny habit of becoming the furture if you're not careful...if you forget.

She'd known going in that we were mutants. We confided in her because we felt she should know since mutant births can be...unpredictable. But no one could have predicted this. Except...I should have.

I'm sick of the world I'm living in, and the only thing that's kept me going is the hope that I could make it better, and I've given up that hope.

"Come with me if you want to live," she said. And the guy who was suicidal seconds earlier opts for life, goes with her and finds himself staring down the barrel of a Sentinel. Weird definition of "living."

Right. Sorry. That...that wasn't very 'noir.' The whole hugging thing.

It's not okay. There's no crying in noir.

This is what Hell is like. Nobody gets your topical references.

Frankly, Kitty, I'm figuring they'll do what any of us does: the best they can.

The whole good/evil blurring probably comes from the fact that guys have stopped labeling themselves. Brotherhoods of Evil are so 1960s. Damned inconsiderate, if you ask me.

When faced with an overwhelming threat, the dupes manage to set aside their differences and personality clashes and operate as one. As it turns out, the same can be said for the rest of the team as well.

Longshot. My new best friend. ... I want you to go back into that casino and win. ... Everything.

You know, for the longest time, I wondered how Thor and his pals, in this day and age, could possibly be considered 'gods.' After all, they live in a world filled with beings who are immortal, or have god like powers. So how do they rate? That's what you think right up until you're in the presence of one of them. Then you totally get it.

You never know when you might need X-Factor.

I feel like I have the out-of-body experience. I'm looking at something that I can't even begin to understand: Layla and me, lying there dead. This is... it's our wedding night. Our wedding night in the future. And the last thing he... I... said before "we" died was that Rahne was responsible for this slaughter. That only I could stop her. What am I doing here? For that matter, if he's Madrox... who the hell am I?

I don't have all the answers, Alex. Not for my "return." Not for X-Factor's status. All I know is this...We're stronger together than apart.

...Sometimes the past is better off left behind.

Would it be too portentous to say, "I'm afraid this is just the beginning"?

We have a child to raise. A farm to get back up and running. And a world to leave to other people to save. We're done. We're done.

Can you show a little respect? Those are MEs you're eating. I'm not asking you to say grace first, but come on.

Hate to break it to you, bud... we've been doing the same thing back in the old days too. Plenty of times! You should already know I'm a multitasker... even a multi-leisurist. But no matter what... we've always been there for each other and still have every single memory of them. Joking around back when we were government stooges, solving cases when I had the P.I. firm, binging all of Seinfeld... Jamie Madrox is right here. Dupe or not, we're the only best friends you got right now. So we gotta get through this together...

I know I can be a screwup...I've always used my dupes to solve all my problems, but this time, they've gotten me into a lot more trouble. I need to prove to myself that I can be a good dad and fix this mess on my own. Without help from my dupes...or even my best friend.

Every derivative of him is acting on their pent-up aggression more and and more. I just...I can't believe I'd be capable of these things...I wanted to show you how much I've progressed since our first disastrous encounter. I'm a father, a husband, a scientitst, and everything in between. And here we are chasing after the absolute worst of me. How do you do it, Reed? How are you perfect at everything?

Bizarre. The more dupes I created, the more it "thinned out" Locke's control, until I finally broke free. And all these Hydra agents dead...because of me. Frightening. But the most frightening thing of all...is that I don't feel anything. No regret. no horror. No elation. Just... empty. And that's bad. Very... very... bad.

The Power Plant's been the District X (Location)'s waterin' hole since forever.

Sounds like something an evil Bob Marley would wear.