Hellboy II: The Golden Army2008

[Johann Krauss runs into Hellboy in a locker room]

Johann Krauss:
Gute nacht, Agent Hellboy. [Hellboy gives him an annoyed look] Look, Agent, I know you don't like me, but I could take away your badge.

Hellboy:
Never had one. Kept asking, though.

Johann Krauss:
You will learn to obey me, follow protocol and stay fockused at all times!

Hellboy:
Oh, that word - "fock-yused"? Yeah, with your accent, I wouldn't use it that much.

Johann Krauss:
I knew Professor Broom, young man.

Hellboy:
You didn't know Professor Broom.

Johann Krauss:
Yes, I did! After my accident...

Hellboy:
(dismissively) Shut up. Shut up!

Johann Krauss:
...he designed this containment suit. A wonderful man. And even then he was worried about your future. He--

Hellboy:
(pointing at him angrily) Hey, gasbag, stop it! Right now.

Johann Krauss:
Or what? Are you threatening me? Because I think I can take you.

Hellboy:
Excuse me?

Johann Krauss:
You heard me.

Hellboy:
(stepping towards him) I couldn't hear you from all the way over there.

Johann Krauss:
I can take you. Because you have one fatal flaw.

Hellboy:
Oh, I wanna hear it.

Johann Krauss:
(chuckling) No, you don't! You can't take criticism.

Hellboy:
Try me.

Johann Krauss:
(pokes Hellboy mockingly) Can't take it.

Hellboy:
(growls and gets right in Johann's face) WHAT'S MY FLAW?!

Johann Krauss:
Your temper! It gets the best of you. Makes you weak, makes you vulnerable--

[Hellboy punches Johann, smashing his glass headpiece and letting his gaseous form flow out; it vanishes under the lockers, while his suit slumps onto the floor]

Hellboy:
Oh crap... Johann? Johann? Johann? Hey, Johann? (glances around uneasily) C'mon, pal, hang in there, will ya? Johann? Johann! (giving up, he leans against the lockers) ... Damn. (sips from a can of beer; suddenly, a locker door slams into his face) ... Ow.

[More locker doors slam into him, knocking him to the floor, where one leaves itself with an indent of his face; he then sits on a bench, inspects the can and tosses it away after finding it empty; Johann's gaseous form remerges from the lockers]

Johann Krauss:
(cheerfully) There we are! Your temper - it makes you sloppy! Try to control it, Agent Hellboy, before it controls you. (walks away, singing to himself in German)

Hellboy:
Glasshole.