Черная Вдова

[to a pig] Good boy, Alexei. Good boy.

You named a pig after me?

You don't see the resemblance?

Natasha, don't slouch.

I'm not slouching.

You're going to get a back hunch.

Listen to your mother.

Oh, my God, this...

Up, up.

All right, enough. All of you.

I didn't say anything. That's not fair.

Great plan. I love the part where I almost bled to death.

You haven't aged a day, huh? You're just as beautiful and as supple as the day they staged our marriage.

You got fat. But still good.

You should know I'm a better shot when I'm pissed off.

Your pain only makes you stronger.

Why do you always do that thing?

Do what?

The thing you do when you're fighting. This thing that you do when you whip your hair when you're fighting with the arm and the hair. And you do, like, a fighting pose. You're a total poser.

I'm not a poser.

It's funny. My whole life, I didn't think I had any family. Turns out I got two.

It still fits!

The best part of my life was fake. And none of you told me.

I wish I could believe that you cared. But you're not even the first mother that abandoned me.

I was trying to actually do something good to make up for all the pain and suffering that we caused. Trying to be more than just a trained killer.

Well, then you were fooling yourself because pain and suffering is every day and we are both still a trained killer. Except I'm not the one that's on the cover of a magazine.

Real power comes from undetectable influence.

The truth rarely makes sense when you omit key details.