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X-Men Origins: Wolverine (2009)
Will.i.am: John Wraith
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Quotes
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Logan : [upon seeing the obese Fred] Fred Dukes? That looks like the creature that ate Fred Dukes.
John Wraith : Hey, be nice, man.
Logan : [looks at Fred's tattoo] Hey, fat... Fred. I seem to remember that girl when was about 85 pounds, huh?
Frederick J. Dukes : Oh, that's funny. You're still so funny, Logan.
Logan : You know where Victor is?
Frederick J. Dukes : No idea.
Logan : Where's the island, slim?
Frederick J. Dukes : Don't let the door hit you on the way out, Logan.
Logan : [gets into the ring] Listen, I ain't leaving here till you tell me where Victor is. So come on, bub, for old times' sake, huh?
Frederick J. Dukes : Did you just call me... Blob?
Logan : No, but...
[Fred cold cocks him by knocking him out of the ring]
John Wraith : I told you not to mention his weight. Why'd you call him Blob?
Logan : I didn't call him Blob, I said bub! God damn it!
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Frederick J. Dukes : You gonna puke?
Logan : If we were meant to fly, we'd grow wings.
David North : Aww, don't worry Nancy, more people die from driving than flying.
Logan : Yeah? How 'bout impaling?
John Wraith : Hey be nice! Or be your approximation of nice... would you like a bucket?
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Logan : [wearing boxing gloves] This is your idea of an idea?
John Wraith : Trying to help you out, Logan. Dukes don't like you that much and you know it.
Logan : Feeling's mutual.
John Wraith : Then use those gloves, man. Dance with him a little bit, allow him to let his anger out on you. I figured if you'd do that he'd probably tell you everything you wanna know.
Logan : Come on, man, look at him. Got a big old ass coming out the front of his shirt. Jesus. He's gonna have a coronary for Christ's sake. Is there even a stretcher big enough to take this guy out of here?
[Wolverine gets pummeled]
John Wraith : It ain't him I'm worried about getting out of here on a stretcher.
Logan : [grunts with pain] You're an asshole.
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John Wraith : Move his ass. Dance with him, Fred!
Frederick J. Dukes : Oh, what's that? You wanna dance with me?
[Logan punches Dukes repeatedly]
Frederick J. Dukes : That feels good. Hey! Guess what?
[Dukes punches Logan once, and decks him]
John Wraith : Oh, is he gonna talk now! You got him right where you want him!
Logan : Whose side are you on, anyway?
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John Wraith : [about Fred Dukes] Whatever you do, don't mention his weight.
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John Wraith : I'm coming with you, Logan!
Logan : There's no redemption where I'm going, John.
John Wraith : I ain't asking for it!
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[Sabretooth punches Kestrel]
John Wraith : You shouldn't have done that. Now I'm gonna have to kill you before Logan gets his chance!
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[Logan rides a motorbike through the night towards the lights of Las Vegas; meets up with John in the cactus-filled office of his boxing gym called Spectre]
John Wraith : You sure it was Victor?
[tosses Logan a beer]
Logan : Yeah.
[opens his beer and drinks]
John Wraith : [sits down at his desk] Damn. I'm sorry, man.
Logan : [walks to the office window] What the hell happened to him after I left?
John Wraith : He got worse. He felt like you abandoned him. Hell, we *all* did. But Victor, he had to prove he was better than you. Huntin' and killin' everything he was pointed at.
[looks down]
John Wraith : Quit a few months later myself. Couldn't take roundin' 'em up.
[sips his beer]
Logan : Rounding who up?
John Wraith : Leave it alone.
Logan : Rounding *who* up, John?
[John stands up and turns his back]
Logan : Hey! Damn it, John!
John Wraith : [looks at Logan with disgust] We hunted our own kind, Logan! There's a special place in Hell for the things we did.
Logan : Mutants?
[John shakes his head]
Logan : Why?
John Wraith : Stryker said we'd be makin' a difference, protectin' people from the bad ones.
[looks earnestly at Logan; they sit down]
John Wraith : How you gonna take Victor down, Logan?
Logan : Remember that stuff in Africa?
John Wraith : Yeah, I remember Africa. What about it?
[Logan extends his Adamantium claws]
John Wraith : Damn.
[Logan retracts his claws]
John Wraith : What'd they do to you, man?
Logan : Don't ask.
[pauses]
Logan : Listen, Zero said something about an island. Does that mean anything to you?
John Wraith : Nope, but maybe Dukes knows. Him and Zero were real tight.
Logan : Fred Dukes? Where is he?
John Wraith : He's here.
Logan : [stands up] Well, let's go talk to him.
John Wraith : [stands up with an open palm] Hold on. He don't get in till around four, but I gotta warn you.
[takes a beer out of the fridge]
John Wraith : He developed a bit of eatin' disorder.
[opens his beer]
John Wraith : We all got our copin' mechanisms. I'm tryin' to whup him back into shape. Whatever you do, don't mention his weight.