You're fired. Parker, hello? You're fired!
Why?
[looks at Peter's latest photos in his photo book]
Dogs catching Frisbees? Pigeons in the park? A couple of geezers playin' chess?
[walks in urgently]
Boss!
Not now.
[Brant walks out]
Well, I was thinking maybe the Bugle could show another side of New York for a change.
We got 6 minutes to deadline, Jonah! We need page one!
[looks over at Robbie, ignores him]
Parker, I don't pay ya to be a sensitive artiste! I pay you because... [notices Brant heading back for his desk] Still not now! [Brant walks back out] I pay you because for some reason that psycho Spider-Man'll pose for you!
Spider-Man won't let me take any more pictures! You've turned the whole city against him!
A fact I'm very proud of! Now, get your pretty little portfolio off my desk before I go into a diabetic coma! [intercom alarm goes off; he presses the intercom button]
Boss, your wife's on the line! She said she lost your checkbook!
Thanks for the good news! [turns off intercom]
Mr. Jameson, please, isn't there any of these shots you can use? I really need the money.
[walks in]
Yes?
Get me a violin!
5 minutes to deadline, Jonah!
All right, run a picture of a rancid chicken. Here's the headline - "Food Poisoning Scare Sweeps City!"
[briefly analyzes the photo]
It stinks. Robbie, there's your Page 1 - "Masked Menace Terrorizes Town!"
I told you he's not a menace!
And I told you...
I'll take care of it.
I'll give you $150.
$300.
That's outrageous! [hands Peter his check] Done. Give this to the girl.
