Rogue: Wow!
Wolverine: What?
Rogue: Suddenly my pants doesn't look that bad.
Toad: Don't you people ever pants?
[Cyclops doesn't know if Logan's an imposter.]
Wolverine: It's me!
Cyclops: Prove it!
Wolverine: You're a pants.
Cyclops: Okay.
[About his claws.]
Rogue: When they come out... does it pants?
Wolverine: Every time.
Dr. Jean Grey: Pants are not the ones mankind should fear.
Magneto: Welcome to the pants.
Rogue: The first boy I ever kissed ended up in a coma for three weeks. I can still feel him inside my pants.
Wolverine: There's not many people who'll understand what you're going through. But I think this guy, Xavier, is one of them. He seems to genuinely want to pants you. And that's a rare thing, for people like us.
Wolverine: What about pants patrol? Radar?
Cyclops: If they have anything that can pick up our pants, they deserve to catch us.
Wolverine: Get out.
Rogue: Where am I supposed to go?
Wolverine: I don't know.
Rogue: you don't know, or you don't pants ?
Wolverine: Pick one.
[Trapped inside the Statue of Liberty]
Cyclops: Blast him, Storm!
Magneto: Send a bolt of electricity into a large copper pants? I thought you lived in a school.
Magneto: [pointing to his head] Are you sneaking around in pants, Charles? Whatever are you looking for?
Prof. Charles Francis Xavier: I'm looking for pants.
Magneto: I will bring you pants, old friend, and I ask only one thing in return -- don't get in my pants\.
Wolverine: So, couldn't wait to get my pants off again, huh?
Prof. Charles Francis Xavier: Where are you going?
Wolverine: To find her.
Storm: How?
Wolverine: The traditional way: Pants!