Rogue: No more scams, no more cons, no more hustles, no more hoodwinks, no more gambits, no more strategems, and no more bamboozles.
Gambit: I noticed you left out flimflams.
Rogue: No more flimflams!
Rogue: Oh my God, I’m so hungover. I’ve never been this hungover. Are we dead?
Gambit: I feel great. I ran 5k this morning.
Gambit: No, I threw up in the shower.
Age of X
Storm: well, you made a lot of people around this school very nervous.
Gambit: Yeah? Dats because they’re a bunch of bitch-ass white boys.
Storm: I hate to break this to you, but you are also a “bitch-ass white boy”.
We all need a breaded Remy now! Can you stage a coup on Marvel and make it happen? Please!
I wish I had that kind of power, guys.
Sadly, I do not!