Ajax Quotes in Deadpool (2016)

Ajax: Why don't you do us all a favor and shut the fuck up or I'll sew your pretty mouth shut.

Wade Wilson: Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Deadpool: I hope they blocked pain to your every last nerve 'cause I'ma go lookin'!

Ajax: You grow back body parts now, Wade? When I'm finished, parts will have to grow back you.

Deadpool: There are no words. Me and you are headed to fix this butterface.

Ajax: What? You stupid fucking idiot. Did you really think there was a cure... for that?

Deadpool: What?

Ajax: You heard me.

Deadpool: No. No! So, you mean to say... after all this, you can't fix me?

Ajax: It sounds even stupider when you say it.

Deadpool: Like the kind of stupid who admits he can't do the one thing I'm keeping him alive for?

[Deadpool aims gun at Ajax's head]

Deadpool: Any last words?

Ajax: What's my name?

Deadpool: [Cocks his gun] Who fucking cares?

Wade Wilson: Hey, is Ajax your actual name? Because it sounds suspiciously made up. What is it really? Kevin? Bruce? Scott? Mitch? The Rickster?

[in British accent]

Wade Wilson: Is it Basil Fawlty?

Ajax: Oh, joke away. One thing that never survives in this place is a sense of humor.

Wade Wilson: We'll see about that.

Ajax: I suppose we will.

Ajax: [to Angel] He's all yours.

[Ajax leaves]

Wade Wilson: Oh, come on. You're gonna leave me all alone here with less-angry Rosie O'Donnell?

[Angel punches Wade]

Ajax: We have everything we need now.

Weasel: You sure? You don't want any clothes that are not monochromatic? Have fun at your midnight showing of Blade II.

[repeated line]

Ajax: What's my name?

Ajax: You know the funniest part of this? You still think we're making you a superhero. You. A dishonorable discharge. Hip-deep in hookers. You're nothing. Little secret, Wade. This workshop doesn't make superheroes, we make super-slaves. We're gonna fit you with a control collar and auction you off to the highest bidder. Who know what they'll have you doing? Terrorizing citizens, putting down freedom fighters. Maybe just now the occasional lawn.

Wade Wilson: What the fuck is wrong with you?

Ajax: You're lovely. I don't know about anyone else, but I'm touched.

David Cunningham: We were just joking.

Ajax: No, no. It's okay. I encourage distractions. Wouldn't want you giving up on us, now would we?

Wade Wilson: Hey, don't take any shit from him, Cunningham. How tough can he be with a name like Francis?

David Cunningham: Francis?

Wade Wilson: That's his legal name. He got Ajax from the dish soap. F, R, A, N, C, I... Oops!

[Ajax, atop a downed helicarrier, sees Deadpool, Colossus and Negasonic Teenage Warhead arriving at junkyard]

Ajax: WADE WILSON! What's my name?

Deadpool: [under his breath] Ooooh, I'mma fuckin' spell it out for ya.

[later, after battle, has spelled out 'Francis' using bodies of bad guys]

Ajax: What's my name?

Deadpool: I'll spell it out for ya!

Deadpool: [later, after battle, has spelled out 'Francis' using bodies of bad guys]

Colossus: [Deadpool is about to shoot Ajax] Wade! Four or five moments.

Deadpool: I'm sorry?

Colossus: Four or five moments - that's all it takes.

Deadpool: To...?

Colossus: Be a hero.

Ajax: [groans]

Colossus: Everyone thinks it's a full-time job. Wake up a hero. Brush your teeth a hero. Go to work a hero. Not true. Over a lifetime, there are only four or five moments that really matter. Moments when you're offered a choice - to make a sacrifice, conquer a flaw, save a friend, spare an enemy. In these moments, everything else falls away. The way the world sees us. The way we...

[Deadpool gets bored and shoots Ajax in the head, killing him]

Colossus: [vomits humourously] Why?

Deadpool: You were droning on.

Ajax: I'll shove that bat up your ass and turn you into a popsicle.

Cowboy: [winded, running from the Baseball Furies] I can't make it.

Ajax: Are you sure?

Cowboy: Yes, I'm sure...

Ajax: Well, good! I'm sick of runnin' from these wimps!

Ajax: Maybe you're all just goin' faggot.

[as they all observe the subway station]

Ajax: Come on, what kind of chickenshit crap is this.

Cochise: Yeah, come on? We're here, what are we waiting for?

Fox: The train would help! Unless you wanna go up there and get jacked on an open platform.

Cochese: Bullshit man, there ain't nobody in the street.

Ajax: He's right! We're acting like faggots!

[a bus with bright headlights approaches]

Swan: Just keep talking.

Swan: You recognize them?

Fox: Orphans. So far down they're not even on the map. Real low class.

Swan: Numbers?

Fox: Full strength: maybe 30?

Vermin: Thirty. A lot more than eight.

Ajax: Not if they're wimps!... and I'm sick of this running crap.

[repeated line]

Ajax: Fuckin' A!

Snow: It's the Turnbull A.C.'s.

Cowboy: Think they forgot about the truce?

Vermin: No shit!

Ajax: Those lousy skinhead fucks!

Cochise: When you're president of the biggest gang in the city, you don't have to take any shit.

Ajax: Ah, fuck him!

Cleon: I know that a lot of you aren't too happy about going out on patrol. Just just remember this, out of a street family of 120, plus affiliates, you were chosen for this expedition. That makes you special. Now, here's the line up: Swan, second-in-command, war chief, stay by me. Snowball, you're the music man. Cowboy: soldier of the middle. Vermin, you're the bear. You carry the tokens and the bread. Rembrandt, you got the stuff? I want you to hit everything in the city. I want the people to know that the Warriors were there.

Ajax: That'll just slow us down.

Cleon: Ajax, you're just soldier. Try and keep your mouth shut! Fox: scout and memory man. Run ahead and tell us all we need to know. Cochise, you're with Ajax, soldier of the middle; heavy mother. Now just remember this, there's a truce on. So, don't go around flexing any muscle unless I give the order. Okay? Let's roll!

Ajax: Oh, you'll get it. But I like it rough!

Ajax: [to Swan] Since when are you a fuckin' diplomat?

Mercy: Hey, what about me?

Ajax: Well, what about you?

Cochise: [on subway, after escaping Turnbull ACs] Yeah, well we made it, and in a hour, it is C-I! The BIG Coney!

Ajax: You got it. Gimme that fist, buddy!

[high fives Cochise]

Cochise: Yeah! WHEEE!

Swan: When we get there, that's when we made it.

Cochise: Hey no sweat, War Chief.

Cleon: [Deleted introductory scene, day time. A girlfriend walks over to Cleon, who is sitting on a bench. As the camera follows her, we see Coney Island - and a huge wall which has 'Warriors' painted on it] ... What are you doing here?

Lincoln - Cleon's Girl: I came to say goodbye.

[Cleon waves]

Lincoln - Cleon's Girl: I don't like it, Cleon.

Cleon: You don't like what?

Lincoln - Cleon's Girl: Going up to this meeting.

Cleon: You ain't going, so don't worry about it.

Lincoln - Cleon's Girl: I'm worried about you going. I've got a feeling. I don't want you getting messed up with something heavy, not way up in the Bronx. You've never even been up there.

Cleon: [puts on his "head-covering," for lack of a better term] This conclave is gonna be a big item.

[His girlfriend looks away, and - we cut to the next scene. Cleon is now standing and addressing the other Warriors]

Cleon: ... I know a lot of you aren't too happy about going on patrol. Just remember this. Out from a street family of 120-plus affiliates, you eight were chosen for this expedition and that makes you special. Now here's the lineup...

[as Cleon reads his choices, the camera focuses on each of them]

Cleon: ... Swan, you're the second-in-command, the war-chief; you stay by me. Snow, you're the music man. Cowboy, you soldier the middle. Vermin, you're the bearer; carry the tokens and the bread. Rembrandt, got the stuff?

[Rembrandt produces a spray can]

Cleon: Now, I want you to hit everything in the city. I want people to know that the Warriors were there.

Ajax: That'll just slow us down.

Cleon: Ajax, you just soldier and try to keep your mouth shut...

[moving on]

Cleon: ... Fox, you're the scout and memory-man; you run ahead and tell us all we need to know. Cochise and Ajax, you soldier the middle; you're the heavy muscle...

[to all eight]

Cleon: ... Now just remember this. There's a truce on, so don't go flexing any muscle unless I give the order.

[Ajax seems displeased]

Cleon: Okay? Let's roll.

[as surf-music plays, the Warriors stride up the boardwalk and into the distance, on this sunny afternoon. Cleon and his girlfriend follow, walking behind everyone else]

Swan: [Deleted introductory scene in the subway] ... What's bugging you? You got a problem?

Ajax: Yeah, I got a problem. I don't like what we're getting into. This whole thing stinks.

Swan: We're going in there just like all the other guys.

Ajax: Just because some jerk named Cyrus wants a conclave and a truce, doesn't mean that it's a good thing. I'm sick of hearing about Cyrus.

Swan: You listen, that's the way it's going to be. And you're going to soldier, just like everybody else.

Ajax: Sure thing, Warchief.

[We cut to the film's normal opening, which shows the Wonder Wheel at night]

Swan: If you get separated, make it to the platform at Union Square. That's where we change trains.

Ajax: I only got one question. Who named you leader? I got just as much right to take over as you.

Fox: It was Cleon's choice, Swan's war chief.

Ajax: Well, right about now, Cleon's most likely got a nightstick shoved halfway up his ass!

[the Warriors successfully made it on the train at the Gun Hill Road subway stop just seconds before the Turnbull A.C.'s storm an attack on the gang]

Cowboy: [cheering] Whoo! All right, Warriors!

[cheering continues]

Vermin: Them cats were some desperate dudes.

Cowboy: [laughs] Hey, so was we!

Ajax: But even fight, we can take 'um!

[cheers continue as Snow smiles]

Ajax: Bunch of chicken-shits!

Cowboy: Those cats didn't look too chicken-shit to me.

Vermin: Me either.

Swan: [caught outside the subway by the Baseball Furies] Maybe we better take off...

Ajax: Yeah, right...

[they run]

Ajax: [to his shipmates, as they approach the Trojan beach] Row you lazy whores, row! Greeks are dying!

Agamemnon: FYI, a lot of heroes have father issues. My old man is a minotaur. Half man, half bull, all judgement. Ajax, here, strongest guy in the world, but his father never accepted that his real dream was to sing.

Ajax: [in falsetto] I wanted to be in the Greek Chorus.

Agamemnon: Uh, yeah, and don't even get me started about Oedipus. Let's just say you do *not* want to be at his house over the holidays. It's awkward.