George Woolf: You know, if you did more riding and less talking you might start winning some races.
Red Pollard: I got two bucks says I beat you in this one.
George Woolf: I'm not sure you do but I got five bucks says that you don't.
Red Pollard: I'm fine George. I don't need your help and I sure as shit don't need your charity. Leave me alone.
Mary Jane: Who are you?
Spider-Man: You know who I am.
Mary Jane: I do?
Spider-Man: Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.
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?
J. Jonah Jameson: I'll give you $150.00 for all of them!
Spider-Man: $300.00
J. Jonah Jameson: That's outrageous! Done.
Peter Parker: Am I not supposed to have what I want? What I need? What am I supposed to do?
Peter Parker: Mr. Jameson, please, aren't there any of these shots you can use? I really need the money.
J. Jonah Jameson: Awww. Miss Brant?
Miss Brant: Yeah?
J. Jonah Jameson: Get me a violin.
Dr. Otto Octavius: If you want to get a woman to fall in love with you, feed her poetry.
Peter Parker: Poetry?
Dr. Otto Octavius: Never fails.
Peter Parker: Pizza time!
Mary Jane Watson: What's happened to you?
Peter Parker: I don't know. But I have to stop it.
Harry: Looks like I came just in time.
Spider-man: Yeah, few seconds ago wouldn't have been so bad either.
James Leer: You want a bite?
Grady Tripp: No thanks.
James Leer: That's why you're having them. Your spells.
Grady Tripp: Spells? Jesus, James, you make it sound like we're in a Tennessee Williams play. I don't get spells.
Grady Tripp: James like it or not those people out there are your parents.
James Leer: They're not my parents.
Grady Tripp: What?
James Leer: They're my grandparents... my parents are dead.
Grady Tripp: James the man is obviously your father... you look just like him.
James Leer: There's a reason for that.
James Leer: No offence, Professor Tripp, but you look kinda crappy.
Grady Tripp: Shit, James. You shot Dr. Gaskell's dog.
James Leer: I had to! Didn't I?
Grady Tripp: Couldn't you have just pulled him off me?
James Leer: Now, that is a big trunk. It holds a tuba, a suitcase, a dead dog, and a garment bag almost perfectly.
Grady Tripp: That's just what they used to say in the ads.
James Leer: It's just... for good luck. Some people carry rabbits' feet.
Grady Tripp: ...You carry firearms.
