JEAN: "You can kiss my cellulite-free ass for all I've done for you!"
MR. SINISTER: "You're gay now?"
CYCLOPS: "No, I'm not gay. I'm just celibate."
MR. SINISTER: "I think... I mean, that sounds gay. I just want you to know this is, like, the first conversation of, like, three conversations that leads to you being gay. Like, there's this and then in a year it's like, "Oh, you know, I'm kinda gonna want to get back out there, but I think I like guys," and then there's the big, "Oh, I'm... I'm... I'm a gay guy now."
CYCLOPS: "You're gay for saying that."
MR. SINISTER: "I'm gay for saying what?"
CYCLOPS: "You know how I know you're gay?"
MR. SINISTER: "How? How do you know I'm gay?"
CYCLOPS: "Because you macramed yourself a pair of jean shorts."
MR. SINISTER: "You know how I know *you're* gay? You just told me you're not sleeping with women any more."
CYCLOPS: "You know how I know you're gay?"
MR. SINISTER: "How? Cause you're gay? And you can tell who other gay people are?"
CYCLOPS: "You know how I know you're gay?"
MR. SINISTER: "How?"
CYCLOPS: "You like Coldplay."
APOCALYPSE: "The problem in the past has been the man turning us against one another. We have been unable to see the truth, because we have fighting for ten square feet of ground, our turf, our little piece of turf. That's crap, brothers! The turf is ours by right, because it's our turn. All we have to do is keep up the general truce. We take over one borough at a time. Secure our territory... secure our turf... because it's all our turf! Can you count, suckers? I say, the future is ours... if you can count! Now, look what we have here before us. We got the Saracens sitting next to the Jones Street Boys. We've got the Moonrunners right by the Van Cortlandt Rangers. Nobody is wasting nobody. That... is a miracle. And miracles is the way things ought to be. You're standing right now with nine delegates from 100 gangs. And there's over a hundred more. That's 20,000 hardcore members. Forty-thousand, counting affiliates, and twenty-thousand more, not organized, but ready to fight: 60,000 soldiers! Now, there ain't but 20,000 police in the whole town. Can you dig it?"
CROWD: "Yeah!"
APOCALYPSE: "Can you dig it?"
CROWD: "Yeah!"
APOCALYPSE: "Can... You... Dig It?!"
CROWD: "Yeah!"
APOCALYPSE: "Now, here's the sum total: One gang could run this city! One gang. Nothing would move without us allowing it to happen. We could tax the crime syndicates, the police, because WE got the streets, suckers! Can you dig it? CAN YOU DIG IT?!?!"
JEAN: "Oh my God... how- how could you?"
EMMA: "If you tell anyone, I'll kill you."
EMMA: "Come on, get up. Still gotta go to school dummy."
JEAN: "A- a Jedi Knight? Heh. I'm out of it for a little while and everybody starts getting delusions of grandeur."