[Iris is on a ratty couch in what used to be her inmate's cabin till this morning; her hair is damp and ratty, and she's wearing an oversized man's T-shirt with a Deadpool logo on it - nothing else. She waves a bottle of tequila at the camera, because she and Wade are too classy for glasses, apparently.]

You want the deep end, sweetheart, we've got it right 'ere. Room thirteen, level eight. Come 'ave a look at what we're all 'ere for.

[Something off-camera catches her eye, and she shrieks with laughter.]

...That's not what I meant, Wade, put it away now.