Hellboy2004

[Clay pushes the cart of food into Hellboy's room, with Myers following behind.]

Agent Clay:
He gets fed six times a day. He's got a thing for cats. You'll be his nanny, his keeper, his best friend. He never goes out unsupervised.

John Myers:
Who?

[Clay picks up the Hellboy comic book and gives it to Myers. Myers takes it and looks at it.]

Hellboy:
I hate those comic books.

[Myers looks up to see Hellboy smoking a cigar and exercising with a 300 lb. Stainless steel Dumbell.]

Hellboy:
They never get the eyes right.

John Myers:
[Looks at the comic book, then at Hellboy] Hellboy. He's real.

Agent Clay:
Yeah, sixty years old, by our count, but, uh, he doesn't age like we do. Think reverse dog years. He's barely out of his twenties.

Hellboy:
What's with the hair, Clay? Finally got them implants, huh?

Agent Clay:
[Laughs uncomfortably] It'll– It'll fill in. [Feels his hair]

Hellboy:
Who's the squirt?.

Agent Clay:
Agent Myers is your new liaison.

Hellboy:
[Drops the dumbell] I don't want him. What, you get tired of me, Clay? [Picks up his lighter and uses it to light his cigar]

Agent Clay:
[Whispers to Myers] The candy. Give him the candy.

John Myers:
Oh, uh. Sir, I, uh, I have these. For you. [Holds up the two Baby Ruth bars]

Hellboy:
Father's back? [Clay nods] He's still angry?

Agent Clay:
[Normal voice] Well, you did break out.

Hellboy:
Ah, I wanted to see her. Nobody's business. [Uses his lighter to light his cigar again]

Agent Clay:
It is. You got yourself on TV again.

Hellboy:
Myers, huh? You got a first name, Myers?

Agent Clay:
[To Myers] Try not to stare. He hates it when people stare.

John Myers:
[Closes his eyes, to Hellboy] John. Uh, John Myers. [Opens his eyes] Well, John'll do. [To Clay] Stare at what?

Agent Clay:
His horns. He files them to fit in.

[Hellboy approaches Myers and Clay. He takes the Baby Ruth from Myers. Myers stares at Hellboy's horn stumps.]

Hellboy:
[Notices Myers staring at his horn stumps] What you looking at, John?

John Myers:
Uh– Oh, no, no, no. Uh, nothing. Uh, n– Nothing at all.

[Hellboy, Myers, and Clay hear a siren blaring. They turn to see the siren.]

Female voice:
Code red.

Hellboy:
Hey, hey, hey.

Female voice:
Warning: Code red.

Hellboy:
[Turns to Myers] They're playing our song. Come on, champ. [Pats Myers on the chest] Let's go fight some monsters.

[Hellboy and Clay head out, while Myers stands bewildered.]