Do you?

Folding your underpants, and making him spotted dick.

Found this in your pocket.

(SNIFFS) Adamantium.

If you are planning to blow your brains out...

could you wait till you're out on the high seas?

- I just mopped these floors. - I don't need this shit.

A year ago, you asked me to help you.

And God knows I've tried.

But I can't help you, Logan, not really...

if you're not going to talk to me.

I hear you at night. You're not sleeping.

You don't wanna talk about that.

Or the booze you're drinking.

Or the pus you're wiping away from your knuckles.

Or the blood I wash from your clothes.

Or the fresh wounds in your chest.

The ones that aren't healing.

And I'm pretty sure...

you don't wanna talk about the fact