DP: [Son of a...well, technically, son of a mutant X-man and clone of a mutant who died (then came back several times depending on quarterly publishing budgetary needs) who was then infected by a Techno-Organic virus and sent to the future by his fater in order to save him, which forced him to be raised in a harsh world where he fought for survival every single day.]

Cable: "Wade...STOP..."

[...]

Cable: "Will you STOP?!"

DP: "We were THROUGH - DONE - we got a divorce, right? So why are you here and still fucking with my head?!"

Cable: "One clip is empty Wade..."

DP: "Yeah...frees me up so I c'n do THIS!"

Cable: "Did you actually go to a bar with a GRANADE in your pocket?"

DP: "Or am I just glad to see you...? *__*"

[...]

DP: "You're an IDIOT sometimes, you know that? With all the baggage I carry around in my brain - fried brain - pan, did you really think some kind of subliminal implant about the people I klled would've made me...do what...? Feel all bad about myself and come running back to you begging forgiveness for the civil war and Rumekistan and the thing with the gogurts and..."

Cable: "Gogurts?"

DP: "...that's not important right now! So...did you really thing it would work?"

Cable: "Well...yes...I thought you'r come to me...ask for my help...and we'd go from there"

DP: "Guess what? I don't NEED your help. I don't need YOU!"

Cable: "Wade...I didn't make the images you saw...you did. Whatever they said to you that got you so angry...that was you talking to yourself. So you might not need me...but you need SOMETHING"

DP: "Maybe I do. Just...don't say anything for a few minutes okay...?"

Cable: "...always comes back to this. For two people who say they don't need each other, both of us keep doing a lot of stupid things to try and stay together."