Mystique: No one's left a scar quite like you.
Wolverine: What do you want - an apology?
Mystique: [bites him sexily on the ear] You know what I want.
[shifts into Storm, then Rogue]
Mystique: But what do you want?
[Wolverine pushes her off, then she transforms into Stryker]
Mystique: What do you *really* want?
Wolverine: I want you to leave.
[Mystique exits, glaring]
Wolverine: [under his breath] Jesus.