[from trailer]
[Peter catches a fly]
May Parker: Peter, what's going on?
[from trailer]
Dr. Curt Connors: Do you have any idea what you really are?
[from trailer]
Dr. Curt Connors: Ready to play God?
[from trailer]
May Parker: [sees a bruised Peter] Who keeps doing this to you?
Peter Parker: Aunt May, don't worry about it, just go to sleep...
May Parker: I CAN'T sleep!
[from trailer]
Peter Parker: We all have secrets: the ones we keep... and those ones that are kept from us.
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?
[from trailer]
Dr. Curt Connors: Your father and I were going to change the lives of billions, including mine...
[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]
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.
[Peter catches a fly]
May Parker: Peter, what's going on?
[from trailer]
Dr. Curt Connors: Do you have any idea what you really are?
[from trailer]
Dr. Curt Connors: Ready to play God?
[from trailer]
May Parker: [sees a bruised Peter] Who keeps doing this to you?
Peter Parker: Aunt May, don't worry about it, just go to sleep...
May Parker: I CAN'T sleep!
[from trailer]
Peter Parker: We all have secrets: the ones we keep... and those ones that are kept from us.
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?
[from trailer]
Dr. Curt Connors: Your father and I were going to change the lives of billions, including mine...
[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]
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.
[from trailer]
[Peter catches a fly]
May Parker : Peter, what's going on?
[from trailer]
Dr. Curt Connors : Do you have any idea what you really are?
[from trailer]
Dr. Curt Connors : Ready to play God?
[from trailer]
May Parker : [sees a bruised Peter] Who keeps doing this to you?
Peter Parker : Aunt May, don't worry about it, just go to sleep...
May Parker : I CAN'T sleep!
[from trailer]
Peter Parker : We all have secrets: the ones we keep... and those ones that are kept from us.
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?
[from trailer]
Dr. Curt Connors : Your father and I were going to change the lives of billions, including mine...
[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]
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.
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