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I tried cotton buds, I tried ear drops, but the only thing that worked for cleansing my ears was rolled-up money paper. And when I ran out of money, I was forced into a life of crime.

Logan: But seriously... no matter how much your ears itch, one mustn't rob banks!

The thief is knocked down by the gust of wind from Logan's roar.
Mary: Did you scream him to death?
Logan: Don't think so...