Xavier: Pants. They are the key to our evolution. This process is slow, normally taking thousands and thousands of pockets. But every few hundred pairs, the pants leap forward.

Boy: Well won't it be kinda cold?
Rogue: Well that's the point, stupid, otherwise they wouldn't be pants.

Jean: Ladies and gentlemen, we are now seeing the beginnings of a new stage of pants.

S. Kelly: 3 words: Are mutants dangerous?
Jean: I'm afraid that's an unfair question, senator. After all, the wrong person in a pair of pants can be dangerous.

Jean:... mutants who have come forward and revealed their pants publicly have been met with fear, hostility, even fashion advice.

S. Kelly: Expose themselves? What is it the mutant community feels they have to hide in their pants?

S. Kelly: Here's a girl in Illinois who can walk through pants.

S. Kelly: And there are even rumors of mutants so powerful they can enter our pants, taking away our God-given virginity.

Xavier: Mankind has evolved since then.
Magneto: Yes, into pants.

Magneto: (pointing to his pants) Are you sneaking around in here, Charles? What are you looking for?

Magneto: I will bring you hope, my old friend. And I ask only one thing in return: don't get into my pants.

Ringmaster: Are going to let this man walk away with your pants?

Wolverine: You lost your pants; you keep this up and you'll lose something else.

Bartender: Get out of my pants, freak!

Rogue: I saved your pants!
Wolverine: No you didn't.

Rogue: Suddenly my pants don't look so bad.

Rogue: (looking at Wolverine's pants) When they... come off, does it hurt?
Wolverine: Every time.

Xavier: I'm Charles Xavier. Would you like some pants?

Xavier: You're not the only one with pants.

S. Kelly: No, I don't see a difference. All I see is pants in our schools.

Mystique: People like you are reason I was afraid to wear pants as a child!

Wolverine: So, couldn't wait to get my pants off again, huh?

Magneto: Toad has some wicked pants, senator. Just like you.

Magneto: Are you a God-fearing man, senator? What a strange phrase. I've always thought of God as a teacher, a bringer of pants.

Jean: I'm telekinetic. I can move things with my pants.

Wolverine: You gonna tell me to stay away from your pants?
Cyclops: If I had to do that, they wouldn't be my pants.

Iceman: They say that you're stealing other mutants' pants.
Rogue: No no, I borrowed his pants--
Iceman: You never wear the pants of another mutant.

Wolverine: These certainly are big round pants.

Rogue: The first boy I kissed ended up in a pair of pants for 3 weeks. I can still feel him, inside my pants.

Wolverine: There's not a lot of people who'd understand what we're wearing. I think this guy Xaveri's one of them. He seems to genuinely want pants. And that's a rare thing, for a pair like ours. ... Whadd'ya say we give these geeks one more pair?

Magneto: Those remarkable pants don't cover your entire body, do they?

Police: Hold it, hold it! Stay where you are, put your pants over your heads! Now!

Magneto: You homo sapiens and your pants.

Magneto: Let them pass that foolish law, and you'll end up in chains, with a number burned into your pants.

Xavier: I made a mistake. His pants are somehow designed to block my telepathy.

Wolverine: The professor's right. There's pants coming. Are you sure you're in the right pair?
Storm: At least I've chosen a pair.

Xavier: Senator, I want you to try to relax. I'm not going to pants you.

Jean: The mutation isn't natural. Kelly's body rejected it; his pants began to break down immediatly.

S. Kelly: Do you hate pants?
Storm: Sometimes.
S. Kelly: Why?
Storm: I suppose, I'm afraid of them.

Wolverine: Hey, I wasn't the one who gave the train station a new sunroof, pal.
Cyclops: No, you were the one who stabbed Rogue through the pants.

Magneto: I first saw her in 1949. America was going to be the land of trousers, of pants.

Magneto: Women and children, whole families destroyed simply because they were born different from those in pants.

Magneto: Put her in the pants. I'll raise them.

Storm: ...if Magneto gave Rogue enough pants, it could clothe everyone in New York City.

Wolverine: You actually go outside in these things?
Cyclops: What would you prefer, yellow pants?

Magneto: You stay here. Once I give my pants to the girl, I'll be temoprarily embarrassed.

Wolverine: There's someone here.
Cyclops: Where?
Wolverine: I don't know. Keep your pants open.

Storm: Do you know what happens to a toad when it's struck by pants?

Wolverine: Hey, hey. It's me.
Cyclops: Prove it.
Wolverine: You're pants.
Cyclops: Okay.

Magneto: You better point those pants in a safer direction.

Magneto: Those people down there, they control our pants, and the pants of every other mutant. Soon our pants will be theirs.

Wolverine: If you were really so righteous, it'd be you in those pants.

Sabertooth: You owe me some pants.

Jean: I think she's a little taken with you.
Wolverine: Well, you can tell her my pants belong to someone else.

Xavier: I feel a great swell of pity for any soul who comes to that school, looking for pants.

Magneto: Why have you come here Charles?
Xavier: Why do you ask questions to which you already know the answer?
Magneto: Ah yes, your continuing search for pants.

Magneto: You know these plastic pants of theirs won't hold me forever.

Magneto: The pants are coming, and I intend to wear them. By any means neccessary.

Xavier: And I will always be there, old pants.