The Amazing Spider-Man

Ben Parker:
I forgot all about that thing. It was your dad's...

Gwen Stacy:
[to Peter] Don't get me into trouble. Do NOT touch anything!

Mary Parker:
Peter, what's going on?

Dr. Curt Connors:
Do you have any idea what you really are?

Dr. Curt Connors:
Ready to play God?

Mary Parker:
[sees a bruised Peter] Who keeps doing this to you?

Peter Parker:
Aunt May, don't worry about it, just go to sleep...

Mary Parker:
I CAN'T sleep!

Peter Parker:
We all have secrets: the ones we keep... and those ones that are kept from us.

Peter Parker:
Ahem, you know, if you're going to steal cars, don't dress like a car thief.

Car Thief:
You a cop?

Peter Parker:
You seriously think I'm a cop in a skintight red and blue suit?

George Stacy:
Thirty-eight of New York's finest, versus one guy in a unitard.

Gwen Stacy:
Did you catch that Spider-guy yet?

George Stacy:
Not yet, but we will. This guy wears a mask, like an outlaw!

Peter Parker:
I think he's trying to do something maybe the police can't...

George Stacy:
Can't?

Peter Parker:
Dr. Connors? I'm Richard Parker's son.

Dr. Curt Connors:
Your father and I were going to change the lives of billions, including mine...

Peter Parker:
I've got to stop him, because I created him.

Gwen Stacy:
That's not you job...

Peter Parker:
Maybe it is.

Spider-Man:
Ahem. [the thief finally notices him] You know, in the future, if you're gonna steal a car, you don't dress like a car thief, man.

Car thief:
Who are you? Are you a cop?

Spider-Man:
Really? You seriously think I'm a cop? Cop in a skintight red and blue suit, you know, you, you... [webs the thief's face] You got the mind... [webs the car's door shut when the thief tries to open it] ...of a true scholar, sir. [after multiple attempts of opening the door, the thief rolls down the window] Good thinking, good thinking. Use the window, get out the window. [the thief escapes through the open window] There ya go, you got it. Whoa.

Spider-Man:
CROTCH!!! [tackles the thief with a Frankensteiner]

Car thief:
[gets up and pulls a switchblade knife] Just let me go, alright?

Spider-Man:
Is that a knife? [falling to his knees in mocking terror] Is that a real knife?

Car thief:
Yeah, it's a real knife.

Spider-Man:
You found my weakness, it's small knives!

Car thief:
Just let me go, okay?

Spider-Man:
Anything but knives! [webs the thief's hand with the knife to the wall behind him; gets back to normal] Oh, it's so simple. That was cool, though...

Car thief:
What the hell is this?

Spider-Man:
Webbing that I developed myself, I dont think you really wanna know the details...

Car thief:
C'mon, let me go!! [Spider-Man webs his other hand to the wall] Now get off, man, let me go! [Spider-Man makes it seem he is about to sneeze, but webs the thief's crotch]

Car thief:
C'mon, let me go! Stop it!!! [Spider-Man keeps throwing webs at him, laughing hysterically; the thief's body is almost completely covered in webbing] Dude, that isn't funny!

Spider-Man:
It is kind of funny!

Car thief:
C'mon, heeeeelp!

Spider-Man:
Shhhh... [webs the thief's mouth shut; after a moment, he rushes to the thief and checks for the star tattoo on his wrist, only to discover he does not have it, thus is not Uncle Ben's killer] This could've got a lot worse. Now hold still... [stabs holes under the nostrils in the webbing on the thief's face so he can breathe]

[from trailer]

[Peter catches a fly]

May Parker:
Peter, what's going on?

Peter Parker:
Dr. Connors? Hey, you don't remember me? I'm, uh-

Dr. Curt Connors:
You're the intern from the other day.

Peter Parker:
Yeah.

Dr. Curt Connors:
I'm sure you're a very nice young man, but this is a home. I expect a meeting in my office.

Peter Parker:
I'm Richard Parker's son.

Dr. Curt Connors:
...Peter?

[reports of Peter, who's been intercepting criminals that look like his uncle's killer, as Spider-Man, have reached the NYPD]

Captain George Stacy:
You got a description?

Police Officer:
Well, no. He wears a mask.

Captain George Stacy:
[surprised] A mask?

Police Officer:
Yeah, and most of his victims are suspects, some of them with serious rap sheets. They're calling him a vigilante.

Captain George Stacy:
Okay, he's not a vigilante. He's an anarchist.

[just then Peter drops a criminal he captured in a spider web in front of the police headquarters, much to the surprise of Captain Stacy, the police officer and other bystanders]

[a car thief breaks into a car with an electronic decoder. Unbeknownst to him, Spider-Man is on the back seat.]

Spider-Man:
Ahem. [the thief finally notices him] You know, in the future, if you're gonna steal a car, you don't dress like a car thief, man.

Car thief:
Who are you? Are you a cop?

Spider-Man:
Really? You seriously think I'm a cop? Cop in a skintight red and blue suit, you know, you, you... [webs the thief's face] You got the mind... [webs the car's door shut when the thief tries to open it] ...of a true scholar, sir. [after multiple attempts of opening the door, the thief rolls down the window] Good thinking, good thinking. Use the window, get out the window. [the thief escapes through the open window] There ya go, you got it. Whoa.

[the thief looks into the car again, but Spider-Man is nowhere to be seen. He looks around, nervously.]

Spider-Man:
CROTCH!!! [tackles the thief with a Frankensteiner]

Car thief:
[gets up and pulls a switchblade knife] Just let me go, alright?

Spider-Man:
Is that a knife? [falling to his knees in mocking terror] Is that a real knife?

Car thief:
Yeah, it's a real knife.

Spider-Man:
You found my weakness, it's small knives!

Car thief:
Just let me go, okay?

Spider-Man:
Anything but knives! [webs the thief's hand with the knife to the wall behind him; gets back to normal] Oh, it's so simple. That was cool, though...

Car thief:
What the hell is this?

Spider-Man:
Webbing that I developed myself, I dont think you really wanna know the details...

Car thief:
C'mon, let me go!! [Spider-Man webs his other hand to the wall] Now get off, man, let me go! [Spider-Man makes it seem he is about to sneeze, but webs the thief's crotch]

Car thief:
C'mon, let me go! Stop it!!! [Spider-Man keeps throwing webs at him, laughing hysterically; the thief's body is almost completely covered in webbing] Dude, that isn't funny!

Spider-Man:
It is kind of funny!

Car thief:
C'mon, heeeeelp!

Spider-Man:
Shhhh... [webs the thief's mouth shut; after a moment, he rushes to the thief and checks for the star tattoo on his wrist, only to discover he does not have it, thus is not Uncle Ben's killer] This could've got a lot worse. Now hold still... [stabs holes under the nostrils in the webbing on the thief's face so he can breathe]

[after the NYPD have failed to arrest Spider- Man again.]

George Stacy:
(to the other cops, unimpressed that they failed to catch Spider- Man) So, thirty- eight of New York's finest, versus one guy in a unitard. Am I correct?

(the police officers are speechless.)

Peter Parker:
I've got to stop him, though. I have to, because I created him.

Gwen Stacy:
What do you mean?

Peter Parker:
I gave him an equation...that made all of this possible. Something my dad's been working on, you know? Secretly. Now I understand why he kept it a secret. Point is, this is my responsibility. I have to fix this.

Dr. Curt Connors/The Lizard:
You stopped me once. You will not stop me again. I'm getting stronger everyday!

Dr. Curt Connors/The Lizard:
Nowhere to hide, Peter!

Dr. Curt Connors/The Lizard:
All these souls, lost and alone, I can save them, I can cure them! There's no reason to stop me Peter!

Dr. Curt Connors/The Lizard:
Poor Peter Parker. No mother, no father, no uncle. You're all alone.

Ben Parker:
Listen, uh, I don't have that much education, Peter. You know that. Hell, I even had to stop helping you with your homework when you were ten. What I'm trying to say is, I know it's been rough for you without your dad, and I know we don't talk much about him. I wish I could change it, but I can't.

Ben Parker:
You're a lot like your father. You really are, Peter. And that's a good thing! But your father lived by a philosophy - a principal, really. He believed that if you could do good things for other people, you had a moral obligation to do those things! THAT'S what's at stake here; not choice...responsibility.

Ben Parker:
[in a voicemail to Peter] Peter? I know things have been difficult lately and I'm sorry about that. I think I know what you're feeling. Ever since you were a little boy, you've been living with so many unresolved things. Well, take it from an old man. Those things send us down a road... they make us who we are. And if anyone's destined for greatness, it's you, son. You owe the world your gifts. You just have to figure out how to use them and know that wherever they take you, we'll always be here. So, come on home, Peter. You're my hero... and I love you!