Emma Frost: If that telepath gets into your head, he won't be as much fun as I am.
Sebastian Shaw: Already taken care of. The Russians made this.
[reveals a helmet, and puts it on]
Sebastian Shaw: What am I thinking?
Emma Frost: I don't know.
Sebastian Shaw: I was thinking that you're the most exquisite creature I've ever seen.
[holds up his drink]
Sebastian Shaw: ...And that this needs ice.