The Amazing Spider-Man 22014

Spider-Man:
[hanging upside down] Mr. Osborn, look up. [comes down] I hear you’ve been looking for me.

Harry:
I cannot believe my eyes! Spider-Man. Just the guy I wanted to see. [pours himself some whiskey] So...did you, uh...talk to Peter?

Spider-Man:
Yep. I wanna help you, Mr. Osborn, I really, really do...but I can't give you my blood. Not right now.

Harry:
Excuse me?

Spider-Man:
It's too dangerous. If our blood is incompatible, with the wrong mixing, you could die.

Harry:
I'm already dying. Your blood can't make me die more.

Spider-Man:
But it could do something worse.

Harry:
Okay. Alright, how much?

Spider-Man:
How much what?

Harry:
How much do you want? Name it. You want a boat? A plane? Money? How much do you want?

Spider-Man:
I don't want your money.

Harry:
Oh, come on! EVERYONE WANTS MY MONEY!

Spider-Man:
I don't.

Harry:
I thought... I thought you were supposed to save people. That's what you do, you're supposed to save people's lives, and now, y-you're just gonna let me die?

Spider-Man:
Look, I'm just trying to protect you now.

Harry:
No. No, you’re not. You are trying to protect yourself.

Spider-Man:
Look, we just need a bit more time to think of something else.

Harry:
I do not HAVE TIME!!! [throws glass at Spider-Man, dodges, and it hits a TV.]

Spider-Man:
I'm sorry. [leaves, and Harry looks out the window; he angrily walks away]

Harry:
YOU'RE A FRAUD, SPIDER-MAN!! [angrily knocks down a table with his whiskey on it, as Spider-Man sits on the side of the building in regret]