One, Two, Three, Four!

Don’t you just wish this moment could last forever?

Oh God… I’m so… So Alone…

Ramona Flowers, always on Scott’s head.

I remember… stuff. Some stuff. Lots. Lots of Stuff.

I’m in lesbians with you.

He’s been cutting his own hair since then. Sometimes.

Bread makes you fat?

Status : The Talent

Well, obviously one of us went to Professor Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.

Are we an item?