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That was the best acting I've ever seen in my whole life.

Thank you.

[to himself] Rick fuckin' Dalton!

Not bad for a cop.

I never thought I'd trust a criminal.

You know, my brother likes you. He usually doesn't like anybody.

He's a complicated guy.

Yeah? What about you?

I'm simpler.

You're a shitty liar.

Well, I'll take that as a compliment.

Steve McQueen ain't got shit on you.

I think that's the first time you've ever said anything nice to me.

You smell wonderful.

Geralt - we're at a funeral.

You smell wonderful at this funeral.

You're prettier than your picture.

Picture?

Yeah, that's actually how I clocked you. My brother carried your snap for luck.

Who's your brother?

What does it matter? You don't know the Reese boys and you never will.

Reese boys?

Derek Reese. Brother's Kyle.

Looks very... fully functioning.

Is that really the best you can do?

Sorry, I've never been very good with them.

Babies?

Humans.

Linseed oil.

Not much use. Doesn't lead us to the kidnapper.

Brilliant, Anderson.

Really?

Yes. Brilliant impression of an idiot.

That... was amazing.

You think so?

Of course it was. It was extraordinary. It was quite extraordinary.

That's not what people normally say.

What do people normally say?

Piss off.

Madam, this is a glorious hedgehog goulash. I can't remember ever having had better.

Do tell me, when was the last time you had a hedgehog goulash?

I told you, Watson, I can't remember.

I did not come to steal from you, O Smaug the Unassessably Wealthy. I merely wanted to gaze upon your magnificence, to see if you really were as great as the old tales say. I did not believe them.

And do you, now?

Truly, tales and songs fall utterly short of your enormity, O Smaug the Stupendous...

Do you think flattery will keep you alive?

No, no...

No, indeed!

Captain Faramir, you have shown your quality, sir - the very highest.

The Shire must truly be a great realm, Master Gamgee, where gardeners are held in high honor.

Final count, forty-two.

Forty-two? Oh, that's not bad for a pointy-eared elvish princeling. I myself am sitting pretty on forty-three.

[takes out an arrow, and shoots the Uruk Gimli is sitting on in the stomach] Forty-three.

He was already dead!

He was twitching.

He was twitching because he's got my axe embedded in his nervous system!

[rattles the handle of his ax; the Uruk's arms and legs twitch]

[to Angel Dust] You're a lovely lady, but I'm saving myself for Francis. That's why I brought him.

I prefer not to hit a woman, so please...

[Angel Dust decks Colossus and sends him flying]

I mean, that's why I brought her?

[Deadpool points at Negasonic Teenage Warhead, who is busy on her phone]

Oh, no, finish your tweet. It's not... That's... [to Angel Dust] Just give us a second. Yeah. [to Negasonic Teenage Warhead] There you go. Hashtag it.