MP May Parker
[from trailer] [Peter catches a fly]
Peter, what's going on?
[from trailer]
Do you have any idea what you really are?
[from trailer]
Ready to play God?
MP May Parker
[from trailer] [sees a bruised Peter]
Who keeps doing this to you?
PP Peter Parker
Aunt May, don't worry about it, just go to sleep...
MP May Parker
I CAN'T sleep!
PP Peter Parker
[from trailer]
We all have secrets: the ones we keep... and those ones that are kept from us.
PP Peter Parker
Dr. Connors? Hey, you don't remember me? I'm, uh-
You're the intern from the other day.
I'm sure you're a very nice young man, but this is a home. I expect a meeting in my office.
PP Peter Parker
I'm Richard Parker's son.
[from trailer]
Your father and I were going to change the lives of billions, including mine...
Captain George Stacy [looks at his missing hand] [reports of Peter, who's been intercepting criminals that look like his uncle's killer, as Spider-Man, have reached the NYPD]
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.
Spider-Man [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.]
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 [the thief looks into the car again, but Spider-Man is nowhere to be seen. He looks around, nervously.]
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]
George Stacy [after the NYPD have failed to arrest Spider- Man again.] (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?
PP Peter Parker
(the police officers are speechless.)
I've got to stop him, though. I have to, because I created him.
Gwen Stacy What do you mean?
PP 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.
