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litheraDue to popular demand... or well... because I felt like it... Gambit quotes:
Jean: "I must confess, infuriating and arrogant as Gambit can be... those eyes, that grin, the body - it takes a girl's breath away."
Scott: "Oh, really? When next the opportunity presents itself... remind me to drop a truck on him."
Xavier: "Cyclops."
Scott: "A big truck."
Xavier: "Cyclops!"
Scott: "A really big truck."
Xavier: "CYCLOPS!"
from X-Men #1
Gambit: "CA C'EST ASSEZ! Enough! I'm sorry already! Less wit' de guilt and more wit de savin', Chere!"
from X-Men #82
Kitty: "A time-delay on your kinetic charge? When'd you pick that one up?"
Wolverine: "Boy's a regular secret machine, Kitty."
Gambit: "Takes one to know one, Wolverine."
Nightcrawler: "Good comeback."
Gambit: "Oh, th' pain."
Rogue: "Hush, Cajun, an' get up!"
Gambit: "Mus' be paralyzed."
Rogue: "Convenient position."
GAMBIT: Guess all that rap music and those videogames must've inured me t'th effects of perpetrating real violence on psychotic killers.
From: Gambit #9
GAMBIT: A prize worth the winning! You may have lost the game, you and your furry partner, but, for you, at least there is a chance to claim something from the day! Champagne, candlelight. Magic time, chere.
CYCLOPS: Er . . . Gambit . . . maybe you should curb that romantic soul of yours.
JUBILEE: Yeah, the lady's not interested, big G.
GAMBIT: No? Ah, Jubilee, how little you . . . .
ROGUE: NO! Keep your slimy paws off'a me, Gambit! You know Ah can't make flesh-to-flesh contact with you without drainin' all your powers anyway!
GAMBIT: Perhaps. But don' nobody know how Gambit loves a challenge.
From: X-Men #4
GAMBIT: So, it's not the champagne and candlelight dinner I imagined when I asked you out, I suppose it'll have to do in a pinch.
ROGUE: I thought you'd appreciate me makin' you an' ol' fashion Cajun meal with muh own two hands.
GAMBIT: If I made a list of things to do "with your own two hands", stirrin' gumbo wouldn't be on it.
ROGUE: Ya certainly know how ta get under a girl's skin.
GAMBIT: I'm trying.
ROGUE: Gambit, please! Ya know even the slightest physical contacts means Ah'd absorb ya mind and powers!
GAMBIT: Worse fates spring t'mind, chere.
ROGUE: That's all Ah'd need - thoughts o' you runnin' through muh head twenty-four hours a day.
GAMBIT: How'd dat be any different than now?
From: X-Men #8
Jean: "I must confess, infuriating and arrogant as Gambit can be... those eyes, that grin, the body - it takes a girl's breath away."
Scott: "Oh, really? When next the opportunity presents itself... remind me to drop a truck on him."
Xavier: "Cyclops."
Scott: "A big truck."
Xavier: "Cyclops!"
Scott: "A really big truck."
Xavier: "CYCLOPS!"
from X-Men #1
Gambit: "CA C'EST ASSEZ! Enough! I'm sorry already! Less wit' de guilt and more wit de savin', Chere!"
from X-Men #82
Kitty: "A time-delay on your kinetic charge? When'd you pick that one up?"
Wolverine: "Boy's a regular secret machine, Kitty."
Gambit: "Takes one to know one, Wolverine."
Nightcrawler: "Good comeback."
Gambit: "Oh, th' pain."
Rogue: "Hush, Cajun, an' get up!"
Gambit: "Mus' be paralyzed."
Rogue: "Convenient position."
GAMBIT: Guess all that rap music and those videogames must've inured me t'th effects of perpetrating real violence on psychotic killers.
From: Gambit #9
GAMBIT: A prize worth the winning! You may have lost the game, you and your furry partner, but, for you, at least there is a chance to claim something from the day! Champagne, candlelight. Magic time, chere.
CYCLOPS: Er . . . Gambit . . . maybe you should curb that romantic soul of yours.
JUBILEE: Yeah, the lady's not interested, big G.
GAMBIT: No? Ah, Jubilee, how little you . . . .
ROGUE: NO! Keep your slimy paws off'a me, Gambit! You know Ah can't make flesh-to-flesh contact with you without drainin' all your powers anyway!
GAMBIT: Perhaps. But don' nobody know how Gambit loves a challenge.
From: X-Men #4
GAMBIT: So, it's not the champagne and candlelight dinner I imagined when I asked you out, I suppose it'll have to do in a pinch.
ROGUE: I thought you'd appreciate me makin' you an' ol' fashion Cajun meal with muh own two hands.
GAMBIT: If I made a list of things to do "with your own two hands", stirrin' gumbo wouldn't be on it.
ROGUE: Ya certainly know how ta get under a girl's skin.
GAMBIT: I'm trying.
ROGUE: Gambit, please! Ya know even the slightest physical contacts means Ah'd absorb ya mind and powers!
GAMBIT: Worse fates spring t'mind, chere.
ROGUE: That's all Ah'd need - thoughts o' you runnin' through muh head twenty-four hours a day.
GAMBIT: How'd dat be any different than now?
From: X-Men #8
