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The women are either humoring you, or they're scared of you, but none of them like you.

You know, if you were a little nicer, maybe you'd find a man, instead of out here playing Captain Lesbo.

Be careful. Guys from the suburbs have no pity.

That's it, exactly. That's what I want. No pity.

Everything they've left us is in shambles. We've been set up to fail.

That carryall was just old. The desert isn't kind to equipment.

You know what will happen, if I don't get spice production back on track.

I'm not here to take your part. Arrakis has seen men like you come and go. Take good care of your family. The desert's not kind to humans either.

I get it. You're in a rough spot, okay? I've been there myself. And you want to know who helped me out of it?

Was it Natasha?

It was you. You helped me.

So, why don't you ask the Asgardians down there how much my help is worth? The ones that are left, anyway.

I think we could bring them back.

Stop. Stop, okay? I know you think I'm down here wallowing in my own self-pity, waiting to be rescued and, and saved, but I'm fine, okay. We're fine, aren't we?

Oh, we're good here, mate.

So, whatever it is that you're offering, we're not into it. Don't care. Couldn't care less. Goodbye.

We need you, pal.

[pause, as Thor finishes his beer]

There's beer on the ship.

What kind?

Wait! Help me! He's trapped! You can't leave him like this! Please!

You killed innocent people. You ask the sea for mercy.

Cyborgs don't feel pain. I do. Don't do that again.

Just let me go!

Listen, and understand! That Terminator is out there! It can't be bargained with. It can't be reasoned with. It doesn't feel pity, or remorse, or fear. And it absolutely will not stop... ever, until you are dead!

Titan was like most planets. Too many mouths, not enough to go around. And when we faced extinction, I offered a solution.

Genocide.

At random. Dispassionate, fair to rich and poor alike. They called me a mad man. And what I predicted came to pass.

Congratulations, you're a prophet.

I'm a survivor.

Who wants to murder trillions!

With all the six stones, I could simply snap my fingers, and they would all cease to exist. I call that... mercy.

And then what?

I finally rest, and watch the sunrise on an grateful universe. The hardest choices require the strongest wills.

I think you'll find our will equal to yours.

Our?

He will give us nothing.

Such a pity. Still, you tried.

I do not understand. Why would he risk war?

It is fruitless to reason with them. They understand only one thing. We attack at dawn. Are you with us?

I have never used a sword in my life.

And I hope you never have to. But if you do, remember this: true courage is about knowing not when to take a life, but when to spare one.

It's a pity Bilbo didn't kill him when he had the chance.

Pity? It was pity that stayed Bilbo's hand. Many that live deserve death. Some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them, Frodo? Do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. Even the very wise cannot see all ends. My heart tells me that Gollum has some part to play yet, for good or ill before this is over. The pity of Bilbo may rule the fate of many.

Wade! Four or five moments.

I'm sorry?

Four or five moments that's all it takes.

To...?

Be a hero. Everyone thinks it's a full-time job. Wake up a hero. Brush your teeth a hero. Go to work a hero. Not true. Over a lifetime, there are only four or five moments that really matter. Moments when you're offered a choice - to make a sacrifice, conquer a flaw, save a friend, spare an enemy. In these moments, everything else falls away. The way the world sees us. The way we...

[Deadpool gets bored and shoots Ajax in the head, killing him]

Why?

You were droning on.

That's what happens when you do a mercy invite.

I believed you wanted to invite everyone.

Dad, I can't invite everyone in my art class except for one person without social networking evidence inflicting more pain on that person than was intended. And I'm not a monster.

The Emperor's coming here?

That is correct, Commander. And, he is most displeased with your apparent lack of progress.

We shall double our efforts.

I hope so, Commander, for your sake. The Emperor is not as forgiving as I am.

[to someone introduced as Ra's al Ghul] You're not Ra's al Ghul. I watched him die.

[from behind Bruce Wayne] But is Ra's al Ghul immortal? Are his methods supernatural?

[to Ducard] Or cheap parlor tricks to conceal your true identity, Ra's?

Surely, a man who spends his nights scrambling over the rooftops of Gotham wouldn't begrudge me dual identities?

I saved your life.

I warned you about compassion, Bruce.

Your compassion is a weakness your enemies will not share.

That's why it's so important. It separates us from them.