- [Wolverine has just found out the government is releasing Omega Red]
- Wolverine: Somebody wake me up from this nightmare, 'cause I gotta be dreaming. Who do these genius spy catchers think they're dealing with, Winnie the Pooh?
- Wolverine: Easy does it, Storm. If those Soviet wise guys built subs like they built Chernobyl, I don't want to give this one any reason to lose its cool.
- Wolverine: An island vacation with Omega Red, in a toxic nuclear powder keg, three miles underwater. Yeah, this is pretty much Shangri-La.
- Wolverine: Well, what do you know. They ought to use this tub in one of those battery ads with the rabbit.
- Omega Red: Enough! You wish my terms? You who would offer a living weapon something as pitiful as his humanity? I have programmed the missiles, one directed at each of the world's 15 largest cities. And what I want, Colonel, is to watch them burn!
- [last lines]
- Beast: Though the immediate threat has passed, I fear much remains unresolved. Storm's claustrophobic trauma will pass. I am more concerned about Logan.
- [Outside the Mansion, Logan walks out to a lake and looks out grimly at the night sky.]
- Beast: His feelings about Omega Red are more personal. More deeply rooted. I'm sure he feels he could've done more.
- Wolverine: He's out there. I can smell him.
- Omega Red: My country created many great weapons, but never had the will to use them. Is it not a great sadness, Storm, to be created never to be used?
- Storm: Weapons do not have feelings.
- Omega Red: Oh, if only that were true.
- Storm: Soon, every ship and plane within 1,000 miles will be bearing down on us. Are you so tired of life?
- Omega Red: On the contrary, only someone denied life as I was for over a quarter of a century can appreciate it quite so well. I will launch my missiles and return to the depths of the ocean before any force can reach me. The world will tumble into chaos, and I can choose my time to emerge, ready to pick up the pieces.
- Omega Red: Hear me!
- Beast: Navy frequency originating from the submarine.
- Omega Red: Fire upon the missiles again, and the Hawaiian coastal cities shall be a memory. The warheads are armed. Let them try to stop me now.
- Rogue: That does it.
- Beast: What do you propose?
- Rogue: I'm going fishing.
- Beast: Rogue! Wait! Even now, it is too far down. You cannot make it!