Character: Bandit. Page 1

It's time for business, Shine "Volhynia".

- Open the safe.
But I can't, I don't know the combination.
- P-38 special design. The velocity of 442 meters per second. Convinced?

We all die, sooner or later, right, counselor?
- Of course. However, better late than early.

And how did you hide that month you could not find?
And I figured the lads will find me anywhere, but not in the theater. And there business put that on his caches only I knew.

- Ladies and gentlemen! We managed to catch the arsonists café. Have a seat, guys.
- I will only speak in the presence of his lawyer!
- So even better. I like it when you are silent...

Nine grams of your neck.

What a mug. - Who is there only in Moscow no!*

And check out the airlines. The name is Bagrov, the flight to Chicago.
- At "Aeroflot" of course, I know, but other companies such information will not give.
- Take of parliamentary crust or the identity of the FSB! I that you teach have?!

- Are you all right?
- I'm good. (Hangs up) - you're bad.

I am an honest rogue, made a promise to a customer and the gift I Board did not take from anyone.

- Look! They in the bushes two women!
- I'm just beautiful.

- Who are you? What's the matter?
Gwen, get dressed.
- What's going on here?
- What's going on? You must protect the boss's daughter, not screwing her.
- Oh... I didn't sleep with her...
- No?
- No... well, Yes. Yes, I slept with her. And, frankly, more than once.
- Jimmy!
But it wasn't me. That was the old me. I came here just... twenty seconds ago?
Really?
Yes.
- And with your clothes?
- My... hmm. Would you believe me if I told you that I was sent from the future?
[Laughter]
- Come on, baby.
- Yeah...
We'll deal with him.
- Will not work. Better give the car keys and money for gas ... or wakes up in the hospital. Believe me, I know that it will.
- Oh... Because you're from the future?
- No. That's why. - Wolverine claws.
- What the hell!? - The bandits fired at the Wolverine.
- Ah! Damn it!.. - Wounds heal, Logan is angry and neutralize the bandits, and settling down. - Think about the good...

- Oh, what a knife...
The passenger has the bandit's leg.
- Oh-Oh-Oh! Which leg...

- We have your girlfriend!
- I'm not his girl!
- No, she's my girlfriend. But you keep it.