Father: How little you understand, Miss Ross. And how dangerous your ignorance has become.
Betty Ross: I'm sorry?
Father: Don't be sorry. My son is... unique. That's why you can't relate to him. And because he is unique, the world will not tolerate his existence. Will they? But you - you try. Don't you?
Security Guard: As far as I'm concerned, security ought to be beefed - Good morning, Dr. Krenzler! Security ought to be beefed up a lot more. In a place like this, you can't be too careful.
Bruce Banner: You found me.
Betty Ross: You weren't that hard to find.
Bruce Banner: ...yes, I was.
Comanche Pilot: Tango One, Tango Three. I have contact.
Father: We're going to have to watch that temper of yours.
Bruce Banner: You want to go to the review board on Monday and tell them we have developed a brand new method for exploding frogs?
Betty Ross: I think there's a market for it. I mean, what if there's a plague?
Bruce Banner: What have you had, Betty, like one beer?
Betty Ross: I'm... I'm just saying... frogs start falling from the sky... who do they come to? We'll be world renowned.
Young David Banner: There's simply no way to shield against every weaponized agent. Instead, I can make super immune systems by strengthening the human cellular response.
Young Ross: Banner, I know where you're going, but manipulating the immune system is dangerous and stupid. The President's science advisors made it absolutely clear: no human subjects.
Tank Commander: Driver, stop. Driver, stop. Gunner, traverse left! Traverse left!
Ross: You are cleared to fire on target, Legend.
Young David Banner: What's it gonna be? Oh, look at that, Bruce. Huh? Want a dinosaur? Come on, let's have a little fight. Come on. Rrrr, you don't scare me. That's a delicious eyeball. Oh, you're big and green and scary. I'm gonna run away.
Bruce Banner: Listen to your father and take your medicines, okay?
F-22 Pilot: I think I can come back around for a gun attack.
Ross: Acquire a clear target, fire at will.
Father: And what have I done to my son, Miss Ross? Nothing. I tried to improve on the limits in myself. Myself, not him. Can you understand? To improve on nature, MY nature, knowledge of one's self. It's the only path to the truth that give men the power to go beyond God's boundaries.
Ross: Okay, you've got him now. Take him on a ride to the top of the world. Let's see what the thin air will do for him.
Young David Banner: Sweet dreams.
Betty Ross: Bruce, you were going to die. And I was standing there, helpless, knowing you were going to die.
Ross: Gentlemen, release.
F-22 Pilot: Gamma charge away.





Answer: That is an altered version of Eric Bana's voice.