Rogue: No trophies for second place.
Scott: How'd a southern gal like you learn to handle a snowmobile?
Rogue: Lets just say I'm full of surprises.

Rogue: Scott? Scott!? Listen, just hang on, you're gonna be okay. You're gonna be...(looks over edge) Oh man! We're gonna die!
Scott: thanks for the Pep-Talk

Rogue: That was like, pretty icksome! Aw, am I talking like her?

Sabertooth: (about Evan, Kitty and Rogue) Three little piggies all alone, Logan you're making this too easy.

Sabretooth: One shall fall by the other's hand. It's our destiny, and we can't change it.
Wolverine: I didn't know you went for that philosophy mumbo-jumbo!
Cyclops: [to Sabretooth] Hey, hairball! I got your destiny right here!

Scott: Come on, Jean!

Scott: It felt kinda right, didn't it?
Jean: What?
Scott: Us and them fighting alongside? Why can't they just stop drawing battlelines in the first place?
Jean: Well, it's like what Logan said, "You can't control the will of others."
Scott: Well, they'll come around. And you can be their conscience. You're pretty good at it.
Jean: (playfully pushes him) Oh... shut up ... (giggles a little bit)... even good guys need a nudge once in a while.
Scott: Jean, whenever you think I need it, nudge away.

Scott: It's really not so bad, Mrs. Daniels. Having special powers can be pretty cool sometimes.
Evan: Oh yeah! I'll tell you what, Shades! Let's see what you've got that's so cool!
Mrs. Daniels: Evan!
Evan: Sorry, Mom.
Jean: No really, it's okay. It's just that Scott's powers aren't really what you'd call 'indoor-friendly'.
Evan: Okay, whatever. Look, man. I like it right here and I'm not going to some home for freaks! Now if you'll excuse me, I've got some school stuff to take care of. (goes upstairs)
Mrs. Daniels: Evan!
Jean: Well, that went well!
Scott: Yeah. And I thought we were really making a connection there.
Mr. Daniels: I apologize for my son, Mr. Summers. He's obviously dealing with a lot right now. I'll talk with him.
Jean: (using her power) Hey! He's going out the window.
(The group sees Evan going off on his skateboard)

Scott: We've really got to work on our sales pitch!

Shadowcat: (writing in letter) Finding a place to be alone around here is really a matter of timing. Sometimes you have to settle, like when Mr. Logan's around, but that's okay, because he doesn't want to talk to anybody. (she looks up at Logan)
Wolverine: What's the matter half-pint? Am I reading too loudly for ya?
Shadowcat: No, just enjoying how quiet it is

Storm: Evan, are you alright? I've been concerned about you lately. You know, about the things we've discussed before?
Spyke: Yeah, yeah, no problem Auntie O', everything's cool.
Storm: Evan, I saw what happened to you out there tonight; when you fell.
Spyke: Hey, it's no big deal; I got it under control. Ah... ATCHOO! [the sneeze causes him to spray bone spikes all over the locker room, narrowly missing Storm]
Storm: [Unfazed] Bless you.
Spyke: [Sniffs] Busted, huh?
Storm: Big time.

Storm: I'm a weather-witch, not a snow plow. I'm doing the best I can.

Storm: You look a little flush and the forecast isn't good.
(blows ice on him)

Toad: (about Scott) He stole that first place ribbon!
Rogue: You want that ribbon so bad? I'll pin it to your forehead.

Toad: (To Evan) Style, charisma... Toad's got it all, yo. So start shootin', already.