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Wolverine looks up his name in a dictionary. wol�ver�ine noun 1. Also called carcajou. a stocky, carnivorous North American mammal, Gulo luscus, of the weasel family, having blackish, shaggy hair with white markings. Wolverine: So Dr X was right. It isn't a type of wolf at all Close up on Wolverine's face, a single tear welling at the corner of his eye |
Jean Grey: You know, can I ask you a personal question, Wolverine? Wolverine: Sure. Jean Grey: Why are you so in to Pinot? Wolverine laughs softly Jean Grey: I mean, it's like a thing with you. Wolverine continues laughing softly Wolverine: Uh, I don't know, I don't know. Um, it's a hard grape to grow, as you know. Right? It's uh, it's thin-skinned, temperamental, ripens early. It's, you know, it's not a survivor like Cabernet, which can just grow anywhere and uh, thrive even when it's neglected. No, Pinot needs constant care and attention. You know? And in fact it can only grow in these really specific, little, tucked away corners of the world. And, and only the most patient and nurturing of growers can do it, really. Only somebody who really takes the time to understand Pinot's potential can then coax it into its fullest expression. Then, I mean, oh its flavors, they're just the most haunting and brilliant and thrilling and subtle and... ancient on the planet. Jean Grey nods sympathetically, knowingly. Wolverine, a tear in his eye, gets up and kills several men |
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