Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Where am l? - You're in the mansion.

Stay out of my head.

Is she gonna be OK?

We don't need a cure! We don't need a cure!

- At the same time. - I could use a man of your talents.

Making your own memes...

- Is it viable? - We believe it is.

- There are troops stationed on that island. - Not enough to stop him.

- How did we find it? - She gave us everything we wanted.

Oh lord have mercy .

I know you're still there!

Look what happened to Scott. You killed the man you loved because you couldn't control your power.

Hank McCoy. Secretary of Mutant Affairs.

And I know there's 87 mutants in here, none above a class three.

An electromagnetic force. It's massive.

Did you think you were the only one of your kind, young lady?

Do we look like we need your help?

I'm trying to restore the psychic blocks and cage the beast again.

I wanna see your eyes.

- That's not possible. - I warned you.

I had a terrible choice to make. I chose the lesser of two evils.

I have been marked once, my dear. Let me assure you.

The question is, will you control that power?

I'm the wrong guy to play hide-and-seek with.

- Hi. - My name is Hank McCoy.

is that her powers wrapped her in a cocoon of telekinetic energy.

When sonnet repeats a phrase

Oh, I get it. Your girlfriend.

Enough. Enough.

We use this weapon as a lightning rod to bring countless more to our cause.

- She looks peaceful to me. - I'm keeping her that way.

I don't have to explain myself, least of all to you.

- Take these off. - No.

I'm the juggernaut, bitch!

Then God help us.

Help me? What's wrong with me?

Wherever we may go, we must carry on his vision.

- Just like old times, eh? - She needs help. Jean is not well.

My single greatest regret is that he had to die for our dream to live.