X-Men: The Last Stand

I still don't know why I'm here.

Couldn't you just make them say yes?

Yes, I could, but it's not my way.

And I would expect you, of all people, would

understand my feelings on misuse of power.

Ah, power corrupts and all that.

Yes, I know, Charles.

- When are you going to stop lecturing me?

- When you start listening.

You're here because I need you.

We don't have to meet

every one of them in person?

No. This one's special.

What a beautiful campus.

John, don't you think?

Yeah, the brochure is great.

But what about Jean?

What about her illness?

- Illness?

- John.

You think your daughter is sick, Mr. Grey?

Perhaps it would be best

if we were to speak to her. Alone.

Of course.

Jean, can you come down, dear?

We'll leave you, then.

It's very rude to read my thoughts,

or Mr. Lensherr's, without our permission.

Did you think you were

the only one of your kind, young lady?

We're mutants, Jean. We're like you.

Really? I doubt that.

Oh, Charles.

I like this one.

You have more power

than you can imagine, Jean.

The question is, will you control that power?

Or let it control you?

Warren? Son, is everything all right?

- What's going on?

- Nothing. I'll be right out.

Come on.

You've been in there for over an hour.

Open the door. Warren.

One second!

Open this door.

Warren.

Let me in there right now. Open the door.

Oh, God.

- Not you.

- Dad, I'm sorry.

- Not you.

- Dad, I'm sorry.

The whole world's going to hell

and you're just going to sit there? Let's go.

Bobby!

Thanks, Kitty.

- We're getting killed out here.

- Yeah, I know. They're not ready, Storm.

- Logan.

- Oh, don't get your panties in a bunch.

That was my last cigar.

Logan.

- It's getting closer.

- Come on. Let's keep moving.

Hey, Tin Man. Come here.

- How's your throwing arm?

- Logan, we work as a team.

Yeah. Good luck with that. Throw me. Now.

Dammit, Logan, don't do this.

Class dismissed.

Hey, Colossus. Nice throw.

Simulation complete.

- What was that?

- Danger room session.

- You know what I mean.

- Lighten up.

You can't change the rules.

I'm trying to teach 'em something.

- I taught 'em something.

- It was a defensive exercise.

Yeah, best defense is a good offence.

Or is it the other way round?

- This isn't a game, Logan.

- Well, you sure fooled me.

Hey, I'm just a sub.

You got a problem, talk to Scott.

- Scott!

- Jean.

Scott. Scott.

Scott.

Scott.

- Are you OK?

- I'm fine.

You seem like you're avoiding me.

Something's wrong.

I can't touch my boyfriend without

killing him. Other than that I'm wonderful.

Hey. I don't think that's fair.

Have I ever put any pressure on you?

You're a guy, Bobby.

Your mind's only on one thing.

- They were looking for you. You didn't show.

- What do you care?

- For starters, I had to cover your ass.

- I didn't ask you to.

No, you didn't. The professor did.

- I was just passing through.

- So pass through, Logan.

Hey, look.

- I know how you feel. When Jean died...

- Don't.

Maybe it's time for us to move on.

Not everybody heals as fast as you, Logan.

- Mr. Secretary.

- Yes.

- The meeting's begun, sir.

- Thank you.

Mr. President.

Have a seat, Hank.

Homeland Security was tracking Magneto.

We got hits in Lisbon, Geneva, Montreal.

NAVSAT lost him crossing the border,

but we did get a consolation prize.

We picked her up breaking into the FDA.

You know who she's been imitating?

Secretary Trask here.

Yes, sir. She can do that.

- Not any more, she can't. We got her.

- You think your prisons can hold her?

We have some new prisons.

We'll keep them mobile. Be a step ahead.

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