Wade: C’mon, how many times do I have to apologize?
Wade: So you remember the plan if I ever get shot, right?
Weasel: Of course.
Wade: Tell me.
Weasel: In the case of you ever being shot, as you fall to the ground, I am to sing MMMMM WHATCHA SAY no matter the circumstances.
Peter: you’re toast!
Wade: oh, yeah? You and what toaster?
Wade: Oh my god. I hate you. Leave me alone.
Peter: I’m trying. Leave my arm
Peter Parker: sure, i don’t get a ‘healthy’ amount of sleep like some people do
Peter Parker: but can they do THIS [stands up, blacks out for a second]
Cashier: And what would you like the cake to say?
Wade: [covering phone, looking at Peter] Babe, do we want a talking cake?
Wade: I’m in that part of my life when I will take anything that odds send to me and I will accept it. No matter if it will hurt me or wasn’t meant for me.
Peter: It’s called ‘mealtime’.