Spider-Man

Peter Parker:
Can I do anything for you?

Aunt May:
You do too much - college, a job, all this time with me... You're not Superman, you know.

Norman Osborn:
Sorry I was late. Work was murder.

Peter Parker:
You don't trust anyone, that's your problem.

J. Jonah Jameson:
I trust my barber.

J. Jonah Jameson:
If we can get a picture of Julia Roberts in a thong, we can get a picture of this weirdo.

Uncle Ben:
I know I'm not your father...

Peter Parker:
So stop pretending to be.

Mary Jane:
I think I have a super-hero stalker.

Spider-Man:
You have a knack for getting in trouble.

Mary Jane:
You have a knack for saving my life. I think I have a superhero stalker.

Spider-Man:
I was in the neighborhood...

Mary Jane:
So you just came by?

Peter Parker:
I was in the neighborhood...

Norman Osborn:
Don't tell Harry.

Mary Jane:
Who are you?

Spider-Man:
You know who I am.

Mary Jane:
I do?

Spider-Man:
Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.

Hoffman:
Mr. Jameson they are very important clients, they can't wait.

J. Jonah Jameson:
They're about to.

Peter Parker:
Well, Harry's in love with her. She's still his girl.

Aunt May:
Isn't that up to her?

Peter Parker:
She doesn't really know who I am.

Aunt May:
Because you won't let her. You're so mysterious all the time. Tell me, would it be so dangerous to let Mary Jane know how much you care? Everybody else KNOWS...

Maximilian Fargas:
Norman, the board is unanimous. We're announcing the sale after the World Unity Festival. I'm sorry.

Henry Balkan:
You're out, Norman.

Norman Osborn:
Am I?

Peter Parker:
Not everyone is meant to make a difference. But for me, the choice to lead an ordinary life is no longer an option.

Green Goblin:
We'll meet again Spider-Man.

Mary Jane:
He's saved my life twice and I've never even seen his face.

Mary Jane:
Do I get to say thank you this time?

Peter Parker:
100 bucks? But the ad said 3,000.

Wrestling Promoter:
Well check it again web head. The ad said 3,000 for three minutes. You pinned him in two, for that I give you a hundred.

Peter Parker:
I need that money.

Wrestling Promoter:
I missed the part where that's my problem.

Wrestling Promoter:
You coulda taken him apart. Why didn't you stop him?

Peter Parker:
I missed the part where that's my problem.

Surly Truck Driver:
He stinks and I don't like him.

Green Goblin:
Follow the cold shiver running down your spine.

Green Goblin:
Can Spider-Man come out to play?

Green Goblin:
You've spun your last web, Spider-Man.

Green Goblin:
No matter what you do for them, eventually, they will hate you.

Mary Jane:
That's disgusting.

Harry Osborn:
Yeah, hateful little things

Mary Jane:
I love them.

Harry Osborn:
Yeah? Me too.

Uncle Ben:
Peter, look. You're changing. I know. I went through exactly the same thing at your age.

Peter Parker:
No. Not exactly.

Green Goblin:
The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout. Down came the Goblin and took the spider out.

Mary Jane:
You're taller than you look.

Peter Parker:
I hunch.

Spider-Man:
Go web. Fly. Up, up, and away web. Shazam. Go! Go! Go web go! Tally ho.

Peter Parker:
Some spiders change colors to blend into their environment. It's a defense mechanism.

Harry Osborn:
Peter, what makes you think I would want to know that?

Peter Parker:
Who wouldn't?

Ring Announcer:
What's your name kid?

Peter Parker:
The Human Spider.

Ring Announcer:
The Human Spider? That's it? That's the best you've got?

Peter Parker:
Yeah.

Ring Announcer:
Oh that sucks.

Peter Parker:
Spider-Man wasn't trying to attack the city, he was trying to save it. That's slander.

J. Jonah Jameson:
It is not. I resent that. Slander is spoken. In print, it's libel.

Aunt May:
Don't you want a bite?

Peter Parker:
No thanks. Got a bite.

Peter Parker:
You know Harry... doesn't live on a little place I like to call Earth.

Mary Jane:
Don't make me look ugly.

Peter Parker:
That's impossible.

Norman Osborn:
They're all beautiful, until they're snarling after your trust fund like a pack of ravening wolves.

Harry Osborn:
One day Spider-Man will pay. I swear on my father's grave Spider-Man will pay.

Punk Rock Girl:
Guy with eight hands. Sounds hot.

Mary Jane:
What do you see coming for you?

Peter Parker:
I don't know. Whatever it is, it's something I never felt before.

Mary Jane:
And... what for me?

Peter Parker:
For you? You're gonna light up Broadway.

Bonesaw McGraw:
Hey freak show! You're going nowhere. I got you for three minutes. Three minutes of playtime.

Norman Osborn:
What do you want?

Green Goblin:
To do what you can't, to say what you won't, to remove those in your way.

J. Jonah Jameson:
He doesn't want to be famous? Then I'll make him infamous.

Hoffman:
We've got a page six problem.

J. Jonah Jameson:
We've got a page one problem, shut up.

Aunt May:
And lead us not into temptation, and deliver us... . .

Green Goblin:
Finish it. FINISH IT.

Aunt May:
DELIVER US FROM EVIL.

Peter Parker:
No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try, the ones I love will always be the ones who pay.

Spider-Man:
Hey, kiddo. Let Mom and Dad talk for a minute, will ya?

Mary Jane:
I better run, tiger.

Bonesaw McGraw:
What're ya doin' up there?

Spider-Man:
Staying away from you. That's a cute outfit. Did your husband give it to you?

Flash Thompson:
Think you're pretty funny, don't you, freak?

Mary Jane:
Flash, cut it out. It was an accident!

Flash Thompson:
My fist breaking your teeth, that's the accident.

Mary Jane:
Flash, stop it.

Peter Parker:
I don't want to fight you, Flash.

Flash Thompson:
I wouldn't want to fight me, neither.

Green Goblin:
Had you not been so selfish, your little girlfriend's death would have been quick and painless, but now that you've really pissed me off, I'm gonna finish her nice and slow.

Green Goblin:
M.J. and I, we're gonna have a hell of a time.

Peter Parker:
I wanted you to know, that I will always be there for you; I will always be there to take care of you. I promise you that. I will always be your friend.

Mary Jane:
Only a friend, Peter Parker?

Peter Parker:
That's all I have to give...

J. Jonah Jameson:
No job, freelance. Best thing in the world for a kid your age. MEAT. I'll send you a nice box of Christmas meat, but I never said you have a job.

Green Goblin:
You're pathetically predictable. Like a moth to the flame. What about my generous proposal? Are you in or are you out?

Spider-Man:
It's you who's out, Gobbie. Out of your mind.

Green Goblin:
Wrong answer! No one says 'no' to me!

Peter Parker:
I can't help thinking about... the last thing I said to him. He tried to tell me something important, and I threw it in his face.

Aunt May:
You loved him. And he loved you. He never doubted the man you'd grow into; how you were meant for great things. You won't disappoint him.

Norman Osborn:
I've been like a father to you, be a son to me now.

Peter Parker:
I have a father, his name was Ben Parker.

J. Jonah Jameson:
Hoffman, run down to the patent office and market the name "Green Goblin." I want a quarter every time someone says it.

Hoffman:
How about "Green Meanie"?

Norman Osborn:
A bit of a slob, isn't he?

Aunt May:
All brilliant men are.

Peter Parker:
It's a jungle out there; I had to beat an old lady with a stick to get these cranberries.

Norman Osborn:
A word to the "not-so-wise" about your girlfriend. Do what you need to with her, then broom her fast.

Mary Jane:
Thanks for sticking up for me, Harry.

Harry Osborn:
You heard?

Mary Jane:
Everyone heard that creep.

Harry Osborn:
That creep is my father! I'll be glad when I become half of what he is. So just keep your mouth shut about anything you don't know.

Aunt May:
Go home dear, you look awful.

Peter Parker:
And you look beautiful...

Green Goblin:
Spider-Man. This is why only fools are heroes - because you never know when some lunatic will come along with a sadistic choice. Let die the woman you love... or suffer the little children. Make your choice, Spider-Man, and see how a hero is rewarded.

Spider-Man:
Don't do it, Goblin.

Green Goblin:
We are who we choose to be... now, CHOOSE.

Peter Parker:
How was your audition?

Mary Jane:
How did you know?

Peter Parker:
Hotline... your mom, told my aunt, told me...

Peter Parker:
Let me buy you a cheese-burger - sky's the limit, up to seven dollars and eighty-four cents.

Norman Osborn:
Forty thousand years of evolution and we've barely even tapped the vastness of human potential.

Aunt May:
Feeling better this morning? Any change?

Peter Parker:
Change? Yep. BIG change.

Aunt May:
I remember when you were six and they moved next door to us. When Mary Jane got out of the car, and you saw her for the first time, you grabbed my hand and said, "Aunt May, Aunt May, is that an angel?"

Peter Parker:
Did I say that?

Mary Jane:
Help him, Harry.

Harry Osborn:
Which one?

Joseph 'Robbie' Robertson:
We sold out four printings.

J. Jonah Jameson:
Sold out?

Joseph 'Robbie' Robertson:
Every copy.

J. Jonah Jameson:
Tomorrow morning, Spider-man page one, with a decent picture this time...

Peter Parker:
I can't... tell you... everything; I mean, there's so much to tell...

Subway Guitarist:
Dressed like a spider, he looks like a bug, we should all just give him one big hug...

Green Goblin:
You're pathetically predictable, like a moth to the flame. What about my generous proposal? Are you in or are you out?

Spider-Man:
It's you who's out, Gobbie. Out of your mind.

Green Goblin:
Wrong answer.

Peter Parker:
Mr. Osborn, you killed those people on that balcony. You tried to kill Aunt May, you tried to kill Mary Jane.

Carjacker:
Don't hurt me, just give me a chance, just give me a chance...

Peter Parker:
What about my uncle? Did you give HIM a chance? DID YOU?

Mary Jane:
They said I need acting lessons. Can you believe that? A soap opera told me I need acting lessons.

Mary Jane:
I wanna... act. On stage.

Peter Parker:
Really? Well that's perfect. You were awesome in all the school plays.

Mary Jane:
Really?

Peter Parker:
Yeah. I cried like a baby when you played Cinderella.

Mary Jane:
Peter, that was first grade.

Peter Parker:
Well, even so...

Norman Osborn:
I am going to rectify certain inequities.

Green Goblin:
Spider-Man is all but invincible; but Parker, we can destroy him.

Norman Osborn:
I can't.

Green Goblin:
Betrayal must not be countenanced. Parker must be educated.

Norman Osborn:
What do I do?

Green Goblin:
Instruct him in the matters of loss and pain. Make him suffer, make him wish he were dead.

Norman Osborn:
Yes?

Green Goblin:
And then grant his wish.

Norman Osborn:
But how?

Green Goblin:
The cunning warrior attacks neither body nor mind.

Norman Osborn:
TELL ME HOW.

Green Goblin:
The HEART, Osborn. First, we attack his heart.

Green Goblin:
Godspeed, Spider-Man.

Mary Jane:
You're amazing.

Spider-Man:
Some people don't think so...

Mary Jane:
But you are.

Spider-Man:
Nice to have a fan...

Harry Osborn:
Where do you go all the time?

Peter Parker:
Around...

Green Goblin:
I offered you friendship, and you spat in my face.

Green Goblin:
The one thing they love more than a hero is to see a hero fail.

Uncle Ben:
You know Peter. With great power. comes great responsibility.

Uncle Ben:
This guy, Flash Thompson, he probably deserved what happened to him. But just because you can beat him up doesn't give you the right to. Remember, with great power, comes great responsibility.

J. Jonah Jameson:
Crap, crap, megacrap.

Bonesaw McGraw:
What are you doing up there?

Spider-Man:
Staying away from you.

Wrestling Promoter:
You could've taken that guy out, and now he's going to get away with my money.

Peter Parker:
I missed the part where that's my problem.

Norman Osborn:
Harry tells me you’re quite the science whiz. You know, I’m something of a scientist myself.

[first lines]

Peter Parker:
Who am I? You sure you want to know? The story of my life is not for the faint of heart. If somebody said it was a happy little tale...if somebody told you I was just an average ordinary guy, not a care in the world...somebody lied. But let me assure you: This, like any story worth telling, is all about a girl. That girl. The girl next door. Mary Jane Watson. The woman I've loved since before I even liked girls. [referring to Flash Thompson sitting next to her] I'd like to say that's me sitting next to her. [referring to an overweight kid in front of them messily eating a jelly doughnut] Aw, heck, I'd even take him. [he and the other kids see a nerdy Peter running along the bus, asking to stop] That's me.

Harry Osborn:
[to driver in Rolls Royce] Uh, hey, could you drive us around the corner, please?

Norman Osborn:
[sitting next to Harry] Why? The entrance is right there.

Harry:
Dad, these are public school kids. I'm not showing up for a field trip in a Rolls.

Norman:
What, so you want me to just trade in my car for a Jetta just because you flunked out of every private school I ever sent you to?

Harry:
It wasn't for me.

Norman:
Of course it was. Don't ever be ashamed of who you are.

Harry:
I'm not ashamed of who I am. It's just...

Norman:
Just what, Harry?

Harry:
Forget it.

Ben Parker:
Hey, listen, Pete, we need to talk.

Peter:
We can talk later.

Ben:
We can talk now... if you'll let me.

Peter:
Well, what's so important? Why do we need to talk now?

Ben:
Because we haven't talked for so long, your Aunt May and I don't even know who you are anymore: You've shirked your chores, you have all those weird experiments in your room, you start fights at school–

Peter:
I didn't start that fight, I told you that.

Ben:
Well, you sure as Hell finished it.

Peter:
What was I supposed to do, run away?

Ben:
No, you're not supposed to run away, but– Pete, look, you're changing. I know, I went through exactly the same thing at your age.

Peter:
No. Not exactly.

Ben:
Peter… these are the years when a man changes into the man he's going to be for the rest of his life. Just be careful who you change into. This guy, Flash Thompson, he probably deserved what happened… but just because you can beat him up, doesn't give you the right to. Remember, with great power... comes great responsibility.

Peter:
Are you afraid that I'm gonna turn into some kind of criminal? Quit worrying about me, okay? Something's different. I'll figure it out. Quit lecturing me, please.

Ben:
I don't mean to lecture, and I don't mean to preach. And I know I'm not your father-

Peter:
Then stop pretending to be!

Ring Announcer:
Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Bonesaw McGraw! [the crowd cheers and two spectators move their cardboard saws back and forth against their arms] For $3000...is there no one here man enough to stay in the ring for three minutes with this titan of testosterone? [the crowd cheers as Bonesaw McGraw's girls are adoring him] WHOOOOOO?! I know who. The Flying DUTCHMAAAN! [The crowd boos]

Bonesaw McGraw:
Next victim!

Ring Announcer:
[to crowd] ARE YOU READY FOR MORE?!

McGraw:
[takes microphone] Bonesaw is READY!

Man in Crowd:
Oh, yeah!

[crowd cheers]

Ring Announcer:
Will the next victim please enter the arena at this time? If he can withstand just 3 minutes in the cage with Bonesaw McGraw, the sum of $3,000 will be paid to– What's your name, kid?

Peter:
The Human Spider.

Ring Announcer:
"The Human Spider"? That's it, that's the best you got?

Peter:
Yeah.

Ring Announcer:
Oh, that sucks. The sum of $3,000 will be paid to...the terrifying, the deadly, the amazing SPIDER-MAN! [the curtains open up, revealing Peter in his homemade Spider-Man costume as the crowd jeered at him]

Peter:
My name's "The Human Spider".

Guy:
I don't care, get out there.

Peter:
No, he got my name wrong! I'm tellin' you-!

Guy:
[pushes Peter out of the door] Get out there, you moron!

Promoter:
[after he gives Peter a $100 bill] Now get outta here.

Peter:
A hundred bucks? The ad said $3,000.

Promoter:
Well, check it again, web-head. It said three grand for three minutes, and you pinned him in two. For that, I give you $100, and you're lucky to get that.

Peter:
I need that money.

Promoter:
I missed the part where that's my problem.

[Peter leaves with the $100 bill and a carjacker enters with an empty bag and throws it at the promoter]

Promoter:
Hey, what the hell-!?

Carjacker:
[draws his pistol] Put the money in the bag. HURRY UP! [hits the promoter hard with his pistol, puts all the money in the bag, and runs out]

Promoter:
HEY!!! HE STOLE THE GATE!!!!!!

Cop:
STOP THAT GUY!!

Promoter:
STOP HIM!!!!! HE'S GOT MY MONEY!!!!!!!!

[the carjacker quickly enters the elevator that Peter was about to use]

Carjacker:
[to Peter] Thanks! [the elevator doors close]

Cop:
What the hell’s the matter with you? You let him go! [to the other cops] Cut him off from the lobby, and call the cops!

Promoter:
You could've taken that guy apart! Now he's gonna get away with my money!

Peter:
I missed the part where that's my problem.

Peter Parker/Spider-Man:
[saves Mary Jane] Well, beats taking the subway. Don't mind us, she just needs to use the elevator.

Mary Jane Watson:
Wait. Who are you?

Peter/Spider-Man:
You know who I am.

Mary Jane "M.J." Watson:
I do?

Spider-Man:
Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!

[Norman was drinking a cup of whiskey when he heard an evil laughter echoing around him]

Norman:
Somebody there?

Green Goblin:
Somebody.

Norman:
Who said that?

Green Goblin:
Don't play the innocent with me. You've known all along.

Norman:
Where are you?

Green Goblin:
Follow the cold shiver running down your spine.

[Norman searched wildly around his collection of masks in source of the voice]

Green Goblin:
I'm right here!

[Norman turned around at the mirror, looking at his reflection]

Norman:
I don't understand.

Green Goblin:
Did you think it was coincidence? So many good things all happening for you. ALL for you... Norman.

Norman:
What do you want?

Green Goblin:
To say what you won't. To do what you can't. To remove those in your way.

Norman:
[looking at the newspaper] The Board Members.. You've killed them.

Green Goblin:
WE killed them!

Norman:
We?

Green Goblin:
Remember... your little accident in the laboratory?

Norman:
The performance enhancers.

Green Goblin:
Bingo. Me! Your greatest creation. Bringing you what you've always wanted. Power beyond your wildest dreams and its only the beginning. There's only one who could stop us. Or imagine if he could joined us. [laughing evilly]

J. Jonah Jameson:
Spider-Man. And the Green Goblin. "The Green Goblin." You like that?

Peter:
Mr. Jameson–

Jameson:
Made it up myself. These weirdos all got to have a name now.

Peter:
Mr. Jameson, Spider-Man–

Jameson:
[picks up phone] Hoffman!

Hoffman:
Yeah?

Jameson:
[sees Hoffman in the office, and hangs up the phone.] Call the patent office, copyright the name "Green Goblin". I want a quarter every time somebody says it.

Hoffman:
How about "Green Meanie"? [Jameson makes a "get out" hand gesture]

Peter:
Spider-Man wasn't attacking the city, he was trying to save it. That's slander.

Jameson:
It is not. I resent that. Slander is spoken. In print, it's libel.

Peter Parker:
You don't trust anybody, that's your problem.

Jameson:
I trust my barber. What are you, his lawyer? Get outta here. [throws his cigar out the window] Let him sue me, get rich like a normal person. That's what makes this country– (Huh?) [his cigar is thrown back in the window, lands in from of him, and the Green Goblin bursts through the The Daily Bugle window] (What the–?!)

Green Goblin:
[grabbing Jameson by the throat] Jameson, you slime! Who's the photographer who takes the pictures of Spider-Man?

Jameson:
I don't know who he is! His stuff comes in the mail!

Green Goblin:
You're lying!

Jameson:
I swear!

Green Goblin:
He's the one who can take me to him!

Jameson:
I don't know who he is!

Green Goblin:
[preparing to punch Jameson] You are useless, you--

Spider-Man:
[appears upside-down outside the window] Set him down, tough guy.

Green Goblin:
[drops Jameson and turns around on the glider] Speak of the Devil!

Jameson:
Spider-Man! I knew you two were in this together! I--

Spider-Man:
[uses his web to seal Jameson's mouth shut] Hey, kiddo, let Mom and Dad talk for a minute, will ya?

Green Goblin:
[uses sleep gas] Sleep!

[Spider-Man regains conscious after being knocked out by the Green Goblin]

Green Goblin:
Wake up, little spider, wake up. No, you're not dead... yet. Just paralyzed, temporarily. You're an amazing creature, Spider-Man. You and I are not so different.

Spider-Man:
[weakly] I'm not like you. You're a murderer.

Green Goblin:
Well, to each his own. I chose my path, you chose the way of the hero, and they found you amusing for a while, the people of this city, but the one thing they love more then a hero... is to see a hero fail, fall, die trying. In spite of everything you've done for them, eventually, they will hate you. Why bother?

Spider-Man:
Because... it's right.

Green Goblin:
[taps Spider-Man on the head] Here's the real truth. There are 8,000,000 people in this city, and those teeming masses exist for the sole purpose of lifting the few exceptional people onto their shoulders. You, me, we're exceptional. I could squash you like a bug right now, but I'm offering you a choice - join me. Imagine what we could accomplish together, what we could create... or we could destroy, cause the deaths of countless innocents in selfish battle, again and again and again, until we're both dead! Is that what you want? [jumps onto his glider] Think about it, hero!

May:
Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us– [the Green Goblin bursts through the window, laughing maniacally; screams in horror] DELIVER US...

Green Goblin:
Finish it! FINISH IT!

May:
FROM EVIL!!

M.J.:
Has he mentioned me?

Peter:
Yeah.

M.J.:
What'd he say?

Peter:
Uh... I said... he asked me what I thought about you.

M.J.:
And what did you say?

Peter:
I said... uh... Spider-Man, I said uh... "The great thing about MJ is... when you look in her eyes and she's looking back in yours... everything... feels... not quite normal." Because you feel stronger and weaker at the same time. You feel excited and at the same time, terrified. The truth is... you don't know what you feel except you know what kind of man you want to be. It's as if you've reached the unreachable and you weren't ready for it."

M.J.:
You said that?

Peter:
Well, something like that.

[A bunch of commuters throw things at the Goblin to save Spider-Man, Mary Jane and a tram full of kids]

Commuter 1:
Come on up here, tough guy! I got a little somethin' for ya!

Woman:
We're gonna kick your frickin' ass!

Commuter 1:
Leave Spider-Man alone! You're gonna pick on a guy trying to save a bunch of kids?!

Commuter 2:
Oh, yeah, I got something for your ass! You mess with Spidey, you mess with New York!

Commuter 1:
You mess with one of us, you mess with all of us!

[As the Green Goblin throws Spider-Man through the building, Spider-Man swings through the window, and crashes to the wall. A pumpkin bomb is thrown in front of Spider-Man's face; it explodes, and blows Spider-Man through the brick wall, and knocking him to the ground. The Green Goblin hops off his glider.]

Green Goblin:
Misery, misery, misery, that's what you've chosen. I offered you friendship, and you spat in my face. [The Green Goblin beats Spider-Man up, until he kicks Spider-Man to the wall. Just as Spider-Man is about to shoot his web, the Green Goblin stops him.] You've spun your last web, Spider-Man. Had you not been so selfish, your little girlfriend's death would have been quick and painless. But now that you've really pissed me off… [sinisterly] ...I'm gonna finish her, nice and slow. [Spider-Man gets furious.] M.J. and I... We're gonna have a hell of a time! [The Green Goblin lunges his trident to stab Spider-Man, but Spider-Man stops it, and the Green Goblin flies backwards to another brick wall. Spider-Man crushes the Green Goblin with it. The Green Goblin gets up, and Spider-Man beats him up] Peter, stop! Stop! It's me. [takes off his mask, revealing Norman Osborn]

Peter:
Mr. Osborn.

Norman:
Peter, thank God for you.

Peter:
You killed those people on that balcony.

Norman:
The Goblin killed them, I had nothing to do with it! Don't–don't let him take me again. I beg you, protect me!

Peter:
You tried to kill Aunt May. You tried to kill Mary Jane.

Norman:
But not you. I've tried to stop it, but I couldn't stop it. I would never hurt you. [As Norman speaks, his Green Goblin persona presses the button on his suit, and his glider rises behind Peter.] I knew from the beginning. If anything ever happened to me, i–it was you that I could count on. You, Peter Parker, would save me, and so you have. Thank God for you. [Norman stands up] Give me your hand. Believe in me, as I believed in you. I've been like a father to you. Be a son to me now.

Peter:
I have a father. His name was Ben Parker.

Green Goblin:
Godspeed, Spider-Man.

[warned by his spider sense, Peter flips just as the Green Goblin's glider was about to impale him.]

Norman:
Oh, No. [gets impaled by his own glider, and groans in pain and blood loss] [last words; weakly] Peter... don't tell Harry. [Norman collapses and dies, and Peter lowers his head down.]

[last line]

Peter:
Whatever life holds in store for me, I will never forget these words: "With great power comes great responsibility." This is my gift, my curse. Who am I? I'm Spider-Man.

[Peter Parker taking the stairs to the wrestling arena. Watches Bone Saw McGraw fighting the soldier man.]

Wrestling Referee:
One! Two! Three! That's it!

Bone Saw McGraw:
Who's the man?

Crowd:
Bone Saw! Bone Saw! Bone Saw! Bone Saw!

Ring Announcer:
Ladies and gentlemen! Give it up for Bone Saw McGraw! For $3000, is there no one here man enough to stay in the ring for three minutes with this titan of testosterone? [Parker is ready for the disguise.] Who? I know who. The Flying Dutchman.

[The crowd boos, Peter is went to the Check-in station.]

Check-In Girl:
Next. There's no featherweight division here small fry. Next.

Spider-Man:
No, no. Sign me up.

Check-In Girl:
Okay. You understand the NYWL is not responsible for any injury you may and probably will sustain while participating in said event and you are indeed participating of your own free will?

Spider-Man:
Yes.

Check-In Girl:
Down the hall to the ramp. May God be with you. Next.

[Bone Saw McGraw throws The Flying Dutchman to the ground.]

Bone Saw McGraw:
Told you! Told you!

Wrestling Referee:
WINNER!!

Bone Saw McGraw:
Next victim!

Ring Announcer:
Are you ready for more?

Bone Saw McGraw:
[Gives the microphone.] Bone Saw is ready!

Ring Announcer:
Will the next victim please enter the arena at this time? If he can withstand just three minutes in the cage with Bone Saw McGraw the sum of $3000 will be paid to... [turn off microphone] What's your name, kid?

Spider-Man:
The Human Spider.

Ring Announcer:
The Human Spider? That's it. That's the best you got?

Spider-Man:
Yeah.

Ring Announcer:
Oh, that sucks. [turn off microphone] The sum of $3000 will be paid to the terrifying, the deadly the amazing Spider-Man!

[Peter Parker wears the Spider-Man outfit and gloves. Then the crowd boos.]

Spider-Man:
My name's The Human Spider!

Security Guard:
I don't care, get out there.

Spider-Man:
No, he got my name wrong.

Security Guard:
Get out there, you moron!

[The crowd continues boos.]

Bone Saw's Bodyguard #1:
Bone Saw will eat you up and spit you out, little man.

Bone Saw's Bodyguard #2:
I hope you brought your mommy.

Bone Saw's Bodyguard #3:
We'll break you! You'll need someone to cry to.

[The crowd throws the popcorn to Spider-Man]

Bone Saw's Bodyguard #4:
I'm gonna rip all eight of your feeble legs off one by one!

The Flying Dutchman:
Oh, my God! Oh, my legs! Oh, God. I can't feel my legs.

Crowd:
[Chanting] KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!

[Spider-Man enters the ring. The cage starts to come down.]

Crowd:
[Chanting] CAGE! CAGE! CAGE! CAGE! CAGE!

Spider-Man:
Hello? Guys?

Ring Announcer:
Will the guards please lock the cage doors at this time?

[The guard lock the doors.]

Spider-Man:
Hey listen! This is some kind of mistake. I didn't sign up for a cage match! Unlock the thing! Take the chain off!

Bone Saw McGraw:
[To Spider-Man] Hey, freak show! You're going nowhere. I got you for three minutes. Three minutes of playtime.

[Then bell starts, Bone Saw running and Spider-Man jumps up.]

Bone Saw McGraw:
What are you doing up there?

Spider-Man:
Staying away from you. That's a cute outfit. Did your husband give it to you?

[Bone Saw jumps up and Spider-Man jumps down, using the Web-Slinger to avoid Bone Saw McGraw.]

Bone Saw's Bodyguard #2:
Finish him off!

[Bone Saw grabs the chair and hits Spider-Man and again, as he get up, Bone Saw hits again, and again.]

Bone Saw's Bodyguards:
Smash him!

[Bone Saw throws Spider-Man to the cage and again.]

Bone Saw's Bodyguards:
Hit him! HARDER!!

[Bone Saw grabs the whip and about to kills Spider-Man.]

Bone Saw's Bodyguard #4:
Kick his spider ass! Hit him!

[Spider-Man kicks him, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again. and Bone Saw is about to kill Spider-Man and he throws Bone Saw into the ground and he pins Bone Saw McGraw.]

Wrestling Referee:
One! Two! Three! That's it! That's it! WINNER!!

Ring Announcer:
Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for the new champion, SPIDER-MAN!!!

Crowd:
[Chanting] Spider-Man! Spider-Man! Spider-Man! Spider-Man! Spider-Man! Spider-Man!

[Spider-Man is the winner from the tournament.]

[Peter sees a large group of people gathered around, with some cops restraining them]

Male cop:
Sir, you gotta get back.

Male pedestrian #1:
I can't see. What happened?

Male pedestrian #2:
Old dude, man.

Male cop:
Come on, folks. Keep moving, please. Keep moving. Let's go!

Male pedestrian #3:
What happened?

Male pedestrian #4:
Someone got hurt.

Peter:
[pushing through the crowd] Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me.

Female cop:
Stay back. Stay back!

Peter:
[sees that the injured person is Uncle Ben] That’s my uncle! [pushes through] What happened?

Female cop:
Carjacker, he's been shot. But we just called the paramedics, they're on their way.

Peter:
Uncle Ben? Uncle Ben? Uncle Ben?

Uncle Ben:
Peter?

Peter:
[voice breaking] I'm here, Uncle Ben. [holds Uncle Ben’s hand]

Uncle Ben:
Peter... [he dies. Peter starts crying]

Male cop:
They got the shooter. He's headed South on Fifth Avenue. We got three cars in pursuit. All right, folks. Come on, move back.

[Peter walks away with anger on his face, determined to confront Uncle Ben’s killer]

May:
Those eyes! Those horrible yellow eyes!

[Peter rushes down the hospital hallway and bursts into the room where Aunt May is being treated, as May cries and moans in anguish from the ordeal,]

Doctor:
Two milligrams IV.

Nurse:
Get the BP.

Peter:
Aunt May? Is she gonna be okay? What happened?

Nurse:
Yes, she's going to be okay. Look, you're gonna have to leave right now.

[The nurse hauls Peter out of the room]

Peter:
What happened?!

May:
Those eyes! Those horrible yellow eyes!

[The door closes on Peter]

Peter:
[gasps; realizing] He knows who I am.