Morality ain't a cage, cher. Dat kick you feelin'? Dat's a good heart. Sometimes the most moral t'ing is jus' survivin' de night, non?

Oui, cher. Dat’s the beauty of it, sure 'nough.

A mess we may be, but Remy rather be a mess wit' y'all dan a lonely man any day.

You did what you had t' do, Jean. An' if some o' dem measures were ugly, well... fire always is.

Gambit's jus’ too nice for dis world, an' dat's the truth of it.

You good?

Gambit know better dan t' disturb a man when he finally find himself a moment o' peace. Dese t'ings... dey can wait.

Sighs.

Dere's a reason dey say don' trust a 𝑳𝒆𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀( #SeductiveSunday )

Den I gotta trust dat you know what you talkin' 'bout. But ol' Gambit still gon' keep one eye open.

"Now cher, you spoil me. People gonna start talkin' 'bout how soft you gone for ol' Remy." [ Gambit takes the six-pack with a low, appreciative whistle, his red-on-black eyes glowing. ] "Bourbon, beer... I ain't picky, me. Long as de company's got a little bite to it."

Maybe dat sayin' got it backwards, no?

An’ the sky’s green.

You can't trust nobody who don't like gumbo. Dat's jus’ nature.